This is a song about "Your pritty"

Except she's got a little more ass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

They think they bring that pain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

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

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

I'll be your companion ,your friend and your guide

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain