This is a song about "Your pritty"

Leave your running to your mamma,

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Never had a chance to try

Your gonna gratify

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Black fours red drop head doors

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Lost in the rain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Your family, your friends,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments