This is a song about "Your gf"

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

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

I'll never call you bitch again

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Ima go until my arm's sore

Or could i be the same one who came from a far away life

You need to get a gf before even contemplating a wife

That's your sister, gf, wifey, if you found out i bet you'd hate me

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

Never miss these things, see my game precise