This is a song about "Your moma"

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama

Leave your running to your mamma,

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Trying to renovate the game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

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

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,