This is a song about "Your moml"

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Bring your pen and your weed stash

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

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

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Soon as the stooly sings

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

I got that goodman game

Your on fire.. your on fire

"contemplate", i wrote about her

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

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,