This is a song about "Your tapeline"

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

And everybody's having sex

And when i start to rise

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

I'll be your companion ,your friend and your guide

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

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

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Balling, but it’s not a game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

And you all will respect that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.