This is a song about "Josh your slacking"

Trying to renovate the game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Got a nigga seein things

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

I got the talent never slacking, in this deal

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

That's just the beginning of war

And of course, my car's off course

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,