This is a song about "Your mamma"

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

She likes the way it hits her lips

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

I ain't interested in fame

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

Now that's what you call a game

Your on fire.. your on fire

Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire