This is a song about "Your cazy"

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

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends

Call the network dipset family ties

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

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

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

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Now, nigga, it’s the prince