This is a song about "Your a cracket"

Your lines, better see a physician,

You just working with the scraps you was given

That's boa, see that's my set

Through a tube down your neck!

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Your in a pile of dirt

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Your lucky not a casket

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

I'm on my grind

A picture in your mind

So now this work's been worthless

Ur a hansaw, and your toothless,