This is a song about "Your suster"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Im courtside, wizard game

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

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

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

I'm standing on the field full of land mines