This is a song about "Your pritty"

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

And the v12, that's on various trips

So we can live again

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

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

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

As soon as i walk in the door

And in fact i can’t deny

Your gonna gratify

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones