This is a song about "Your pritty"

My all gold rolly or the

Leave your running to your mamma,

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Your family, your friends,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

You just tryin' to run game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Or something that you paid for

Your on fire.. your on fire

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Blood stain, your slain, your brain