This is a song about "Your suster"

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

So i went down south but i ended up north

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Just to let you know, you are

Your on fire.. your on fire