This is a song about "Your tapeline"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

So we can live again

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

That damier bag i bought her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Of impactful things one can ask for

Your eyes it's my paradise, your