This is a song about "Your suster"

Without the sound of guns

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

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

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Been spending most our lives