This is a song about "Your stanky mammy"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Your body's right as rain

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

And the v12, that's on various trips

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Lower than my credit score

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

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

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets