This is a song about "Your mim"

I can make it rain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

That going through some things

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Straight shots don’t toast champagne