This is a song about "Your my princess"

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

My beating heart telling me your my remedy

Put my foot in your casket

And you all will respect that

Yea your gna love my sound

I drive that all around

You said i was your little princess

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Nobody to tell her she was a princess

My words rupture your face

Haven't slept for days