This is a song about "Citing your scources"

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

When i get my hands on nines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

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

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Jumped off the porch when i was like six