This is a song about "Your mothing"

I'll be your companion ,your friend and your guide

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

With g's in my pocket

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Blood stain, your slain, your brain