This is a song about "Your gf"

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

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Searching for fortune and fame

Balling, but it’s not a game

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

Before we see it's hard to live

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

They bringing me fish and chips

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

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

You need to get a gf before even contemplating a wife

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

To increase my ends

Your family, your friends,