This is a song about "Your cazy"

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight

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

Blow trees like a hurricane

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Leave your running to your mamma,

Lucky seven probably poppa

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

And slid back north of course to pen more