This is a song about "Caren your bae"

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

And thats why u seen me all over ya bae, nigga

She don't really care about anyone advice

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

To increase my ends

Your family, your friends,

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Black fours red drop head doors

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

I can get straight to the cash