This is a song about "Your hiesenburg"

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

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

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

You, you, you have to pay for that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

So much to say a scrabble game

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Your on fire.. your on fire

Just to let you know, you are

My all gold rolly or the

Leave your running to your mamma,