This is a song about "Your hommies"

Now that's what you call a game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Then lost her faith again

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Your family, your friends,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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