This is a song about "Your trueself"

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

She graduated top of the class

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

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

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

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

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Your gonna gratify

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Floor seats at that wizards game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain