This is a song about "Citing your scources"

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

I never fit in with them light skins

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Bitch you should see my wallet

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,