This is a song about "Your"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Your on fire.. your on fire

Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire

Just put your hand on the glass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

So we can live again

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Your gonna gratify

Keep your heads up high

I'll be your companion ,your friend and your guide

For now everything just seem so right

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let