This is a song about "Your mumma"

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

I never fit in with them light skins

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Balling, but it’s not a game

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

Please can you be quiet cause my mumma won't like it

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Black fours red drop head doors

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls