This is a song about "Your my bae"

Your resentment just furthers my results/

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

You see i gotta go to war

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

But she took it in his place

My words rupture your face

Lyrically put my hand in your head and then jettison your skeleton

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

But at times unnessecary, i'm gettin worriedteardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

In your family i actually increase your family with my enthusiastic dick

And your readin my bars

When bret hart meet brett farve