This is a song about "Your mon"

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

This is how she want to live

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

So we can live again

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

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

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines