This is a song about "Your suster"

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

It shows i know a bit

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

That's the window into the sky

Your gonna gratify

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Something worth dying for

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs