This is a song about "Your"

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

But you don't have a chance

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Heavy in the game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts