This is a song about "Your highness"

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Not one j got a pair or more

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

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

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

The fire was that obscene, my highness was out of luck.

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Come on now your highness, i did nothing,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Your family, your friends,

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Searching for fortune and fame

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,