This is a song about "Your hommies"

Money ain't a thing

Unless your disappearing

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

It's been nothing but pain

See, i like the person that you are

Your on fire.. your on fire

And i know that your supply

Your gonna gratify

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Through all the rain and the pain

They bringing me fish and chips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,