This is a song about "Your pritty"

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

So i went down south but i ended up north

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

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Your on fire.. your on fire

But that's what he liked her

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

So chase the air hide your stash

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

See dog? rap is my aim