This is a song about "Being your"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Of being knocked out, and soon a nurse is checking your pulse,

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

To asking women about how your hot to being a bitch bragging then to judging

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

The reason being your jealous this is your punishment,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

In your nightmares i am the one watching your soul being drained

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

Losing great part of your sences when you definitly being with her

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell