This is a song about "Your perf"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

They think they bring that pain

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

Searching for fortune and fame

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,