This is a song about "Your mim"

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

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

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

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

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

Hop in and let me test drive

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

I got that goodman game