This is a song about "Your rubbish"

Your on fire.. your on fire

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

But its not like you talking rubbish at least it makes some sense

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

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

Leave your running to your mamma,

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre