This is a song about "Your mijit"

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

Flying all frequent, reclining on beaches

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

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

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

I think it excited her

Your on fire.. your on fire

That new c-l fly

Your gonna gratify