This is a song about "Your childish"

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Your on fire.. your on fire

That damier bag i bought her

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Your family, your friends,

Leave your running to your mamma,

Got a killer flow from the llama

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines