This is a song about "Scratching your vagina"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

I ain't interested in fame

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

When i get my hands on nines

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Ill stick my dick in your girls ass and finger blast her vagina to great mass i

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

You can use your balls and fuse it into a vagina.

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Penis, vagina im a mixture of all it

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

And my niggas all the same