This is a song about "Haisha your kurdish"

Leave your running to your mamma,

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Bitch get hit with my ciroc-a vodka chopper

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Let's enjoy our younger years

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?