This is a song about "Your mothing"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Im courtside, wizard game

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Leave your running to your mamma,

Lucky seven probably poppa

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

I'm everything that they call nice

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

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