This is a song about "Your mums vagiuna"

The best part of you ran down your mums leg and ended up being

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

I never fit in with them light skins

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

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Your on fire.. your on fire

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for