This is a song about "Your cute"

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends

150 on my chain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Just put your hand on the glass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

My friends said you wasn't cute.

I must go like fly route

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Your "disses" are cute, don't say it with such puppy eyes trying to make a dispute

I got somethin' to prove and i got nothin' to lose, so to all y'all fat critics stuck in a loop,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Vimy ridge. uhh ohh. the germ's got 30 to 45,000 men. oh that's cute.

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,