This is a song about "Your mam"

Your last image is you seeing your wife

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

I have sins so my pants never had lent

And keep for your self your comment

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

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

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Huh, a metaphor of course

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Your over worrying

Flapjack, ooh he bring

So i suggest your change your media immediately

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see