This is a song about "Your ginger"

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Razor grips, laser spit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

While your bitch is winking behind your back

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Your gonna gratify

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,