This is a song about "Your corrputon"

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

She gotta hold her head up high

Your gonna gratify

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

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

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Now if you give us a chance

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Killa never let the drama slide

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

She likes the way it hits her lips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.