This is a song about "Rubbing your nipples"

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

That's just the beginning of war

Poke out from behind her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Ma god i miss your nipples in my mouth

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

You cant come to these altitudes, after that put rubbing alchol on your wounds

Listen, these niggas is tripping

Unless your disappearing

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

Without the sound of guns

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,