This is a song about "Your trueself"

Leave your running to your mamma,

Got a killer flow from the llama

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

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

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

As your family dies, and my family rise

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,