This is a song about "Your li"

Balling, but it’s not a game

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Stop your hesitation,

Or babies they raisin

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

All the time with this glock of mines

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

They think they bring that pain

I'll be your companion ,your friend and your guide

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

To keep your flame burning, your world turning,