This is a song about "Haisha your kurdish"

Your on fire.. your on fire

Or something that you paid for

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Penncounting pennys over tha years

But you don't have a chance

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was