This is a song about "Your aswome"

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

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

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Inferior, but i'm nice

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Without the sound of guns

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Leave your running to your mamma,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

On behalf of the better half

Of your image, your touch, your laugh