This is a song about "Your mena"

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

All the time with this glock of mines

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

So i went down south but i ended up north

Leave your running to your mamma,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Together all the timethought it was true love