This is a song about "Your handicaped"

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

As your family dies, and my family rise

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

You, you, you have to pay for that

My all gold rolly or the

Leave your running to your mamma,

Your on fire.. your on fire

I got something you've been waiting for