This is a song about "Your gilr"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Stuck in this game

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Your life is a product of trash

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

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

My all gold rolly or the

Leave your running to your mamma,

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

I'll be your companion ,your friend and your guide

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights