This is a song about "Your mumma"

Your over worrying

Why not me the same thing

Something worth dying for

Your our provider

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

I reel them in, goadomes on see

This aint your town, this aint your city

Black fours red drop head doors

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

While scheming on hits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Take her back to where i live

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.