This is a song about "Your handicapped"

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

So i guess that's where i hide my things

I'm wale, the prescription

About your condition,

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

So chase the air hide your stash

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Your on fire.. your on fire

And i ain't frontin for her

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings