This is a song about "Your behzad"

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Lost in the rain

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

I'm going off the top of the brain

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

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was