This is a song about "Your gorgeous"

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Your family, your friends,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

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

Or something that you paid for

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again