This is a song about "Your gi"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Searching for fortune and fame

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

They bringing me fish and chips