This is a song about "Your mm"

Come here i’m about to take you higher

Your on fire.. your on fire

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Fuck your fucken sex fuck your candy

Where you belong with your family

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

And he, what's his name, earl

Fuck up your shit and bang your girl

Mm let it out show them u want to shout

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout