This is a song about "Your mijit"

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Your on fire.. your on fire

Omo niaja get em' higher

Had i not been exposed to these things

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster