This is a song about "Your gross"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

My buzz is like cocaine

You can feel it via spirit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Your only in fight with your damn war

Gross and sick is it to see 'em

It's slight blemishes and life system

No it's not, it's gross (gets the people going)”

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Now you speaking my language

Your not a thug but your a bitch

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right