This is a song about "Your ginger"

Maybe your grave,or your tombstone standin straight

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Let's enjoy our younger years

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Or let the mob handle that

This is your last chance, your final warning.....

Let's say we have a long night and a fast morning

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

Stuck in this game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain