This is a song about "Your grandparent"

I think it excited her

Your on fire.. your on fire

In the midst of a fire pit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

So i went down south but i ended up north

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

The jiggas and the tips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,