This is a song about "Your gyal"

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

Things'll never be the same

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Take her back to where i live

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

That's what rains for

Your our provider

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Your gonna gratify

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster