This is a song about "Your birthsay"

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

So we can live again

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

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

I put some cash in ya pocket

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.