This is a song about "Your ew"

To take all those wrongs and make them right

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

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

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

Your gonna gratify

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

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