This is a song about "Your gilr"

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

I was playing with guns

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Your on fire.. your on fire

And that i spent the night with her

And slid back north of course to pen more

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

So much to say a scrabble game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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