This is a song about "Your blick"

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

When you spill out hits

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Leave your running to your mamma,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Your on fire.. your on fire

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,