This is a song about "Haisha your kurdish"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Floor seats at that wizards game

I'll be your companion ,your friend and your guide

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

We hustle to survive

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

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

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Leave your running to your mamma,

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Together all the timethought it was true love