This is a song about "Your phenominal"

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Need i say more out in singapore

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Your family, your friends,

Leave your running to your mamma,

Got a killer flow from the llama

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

See her man face-to-face through the glass