This is a song about "Your tapeline"

Your on fire.. your on fire

And there's little to be glad for

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

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

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

And i need you to show me love