This is a song about "Your cazy"

You can't be wiping your ass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

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

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

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

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

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

Never miss these things, see my game precise