This is a song about "Your mailman"

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

When i get my hands on nines

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

While scheming on hits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

And of course, my car's off course

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Parking lot of the blue flame

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips