This is a song about "Your gorgeous"

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

I tell you you're miraculous/more gorgeous than an actress

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

And i don't run counters no more

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

When you spill out hits