This is a song about "Your sista"

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

They bringing me fish and chips

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

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

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Hop in and let me test drive

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.