This is a song about "Your cazy"

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

150 on my chain

They bringing me fish and chips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Balling, but it’s not a game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

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

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again