This is a song about "Your dunb"

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

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

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Now if you give us a chance

Now that's what you call a game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Black fours red drop head doors

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

Your eyes it's my paradise, your