This is a song about "Your behzad"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

You just tryin' to run game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Imma make it rain

So i went down south but i ended up north

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

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

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

My buzz is like cocaine

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

See her man face-to-face through the glass