This is a song about "Your gilr"

And the food could have been finer

Your on fire.. your on fire

No more will we cry

Your gonna gratify

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Huh, a metaphor of course

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

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