This is a song about "Your nan"

I know the road i'm taking

Whenever your blazing

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Leave your running to your mamma,

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Your on fire.. your on fire

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her