This is a song about "Yer"

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Yer dont go ther hun he sure aint worth it

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

Cause this album pack enough evil

They like talking, its like gossip

Yer well thats a cover up

My eyes only see deez, that's why i'm young and burnt out

Yer i may be new but i know wat im talking about

I dont know you yer i get that

Whether teddy or pat

The boa know they loving the crew

Yer dont worry im not talking to you