This is a song about "Your headshape"

What we gotta do to survive

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Been spending most our lives

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

I'll be your companion ,your friend and your guide

Your on fire.. your on fire

All my shit designer

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts