This is a song about "Your gau"

Now that's what you call a game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Things'll never be the same

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

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Your on fire.. your on fire

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for