This is a song about "Your gf"

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

You need to get a gf before even contemplating a wife

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Blow trees like a hurricane

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

While scheming on hits

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

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

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

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

You're not usin' your brain