This is a song about "Your hiesenburg"

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Huh, a metaphor of course

Sky high, iced out paradise

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Leave your running to your mamma,

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

I'll never call you bitch again

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

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