This is a song about "Your mon"

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

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

The shit that i spit is more

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Black fours red drop head doors

Grown men in this game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

But that's what he liked her

Your on fire.. your on fire

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

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

No one-half and i hate math

Of your image, your touch, your laugh