This is a song about "Your gilr"

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Wit my kin that i came in wit

My all gold rolly or the

Leave your running to your mamma,

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

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

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

Wale and we are not the same

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Black fours red drop head doors

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Why a black nigga take ass over class

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

I'll never call you bitch again

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,