This is a song about "Your ginger"

Maybe your grave,or your tombstone standin straight

We both teenagers with the same mind state

All my shit designer

Your on fire.. your on fire

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

The third one is mixed, white and black

While your bitch is winking behind your back

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Unless your disappearing

Leave your running to your mamma,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

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