This is a song about "Your mums vagiuna"

Blow trees like a hurricane

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Your on fire.. your on fire

See i let my nigga split that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Your on fire.. your on fire

Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior

Your mums a bike cos everybody gets a free ride

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Your family, your friends,

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

So much to say a scrabble game