This is a song about "Citing your scources"

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

You can't be wiping your ass

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Citing blues jives as their night's dampen

Keep coming back for more

Your eyes it's my paradise, your