This is a song about "Your mlm"

Black fours red drop head doors

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama

Leave your running to your mamma,

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Love turns into pain

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

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Your gonna gratify

No more will we cry

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

And everybody's having sex

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Made from the brain of me, most genius