This is a song about "Jish your slacking"

Huh, a metaphor of course

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

I got that goodman game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines