This is a song about "Your behzad"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

I got that goodman game

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

Your gonna gratify

She gotta hold her head up high

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Lower than my credit score

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain