This is a song about "Your asain"

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

I was playing with guns

Omo niaja get em' higher

Your on fire.. your on fire

Your gonna gratify

When that thing gon fly

By any means necessary get campaign right

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

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

You see i gotta go to war

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

Right flows down and they might go nice

Fuck your prison, fuck your life