This is a song about "Your ginger"

You other brothers can’t deny

Your gonna gratify

So i went down south but i ended up north

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Hit it til your make up missing

Unless your disappearing

When you spill out hits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

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

And this will be the song that we sing

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Searching for fortune and fame