This is a song about "Clipping your toenails"

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

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

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

I put the nigga in his casket

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

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

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

She likes the way it hits her lips

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Your on fire.. your on fire

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

They think they bring that pain