This is a song about "Your hiesenburg"

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Well rick james, maury jane

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls