This is a song about "Your maw"

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

Your on fire.. your on fire

Poke out from behind her

Hop in and let me test drive

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz