This is a song about "Your beautufull"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Parking lot of the blue flame

Leave your running to your mamma,

Lucky seven probably poppa

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

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

My buzz is like cocaine

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

Your on fire.. your on fire

And the food could have been finer