This is a song about "Your afro"

Said when i do dirt wit her

Your our provider

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Leave your running to your mamma,

Got a killer flow from the llama

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

And the v12, that's on various trips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Run towards your dreams not towards your fear

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year