This is a song about "Your playlist stinks"

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

How could i drink with ya if you brought a couple stinks with ya

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Bangin' on the system like that good shit in yo playlist,

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Your on fire.. your on fire

I said i'm hurting her