This is a song about "Meeting your ife"

Lost in the rain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

She likes the way it hits her lips

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Got my foot on the gas

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Your on fire.. your on fire

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Black fours red drop head doors