This is a song about "Your mothing"

Leave your running to your mamma,

Lucky seven probably poppa

We been down for too long but that's alright

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

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

After that moscato hit

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Your on fire.. your on fire

Took the van, went snatch her

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Made from the brain of me, most genius

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Because i see right through your disguise