This is a song about "Your gyal"

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Leave your running to your mamma,

Lucky seven probably poppa

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Wit my kin that i came in wit

I ain't interested in fame

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Motherfucker your adopted!

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Your body's right as rain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain