This is a song about "Your borther"

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

No one-half and i hate math

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

So i guess that's where i hide my things

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

I'll be your companion ,your friend and your guide

And i like my marijuana bright