This is a song about "Your gril"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Leave your running to your mamma,

Your gonna gratify

I'm the other guy

I can make it rain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

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

Blow trees like a hurricane

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

And there's little to be glad for

Sucker mc’s should call me sire

Your on fire.. your on fire