This is a song about "Your disew"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Floor seats at that wizards game

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

And you ain't gotta go to war

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Got a killer flow from the llama

Leave your running to your mamma,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

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

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Your on fire.. your on fire