This is a song about "Your trueself"

Just to let you know, you are

Your on fire.. your on fire

All the time with this glock of mines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

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

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends

Damn is your mattress dry

Your gonna gratify