This is a song about "Your a meany"

Lady at the frank stand will

Your a horse without a saddle

End your career in a verse

Babies turn into shooters

Your lines, better see a physician,

Girl listen, trying to position

The revolution has arrived

A picture in your mind

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

Girl, i put in that work

Because your a sick bastard

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Hold up yea we the best

Take a piss on your sweater

Poke out from behind her