This is a song about "Your cazy"

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

It's been nothing but pain

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

And there's little to be glad for

Your on fire.. your on fire

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

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Love turns into pain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

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