This is a song about "Your uglyass"

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Your on fire.. your on fire

Said when i do dirt wit her

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Convertibles with turbo jets

Your gonna gratify

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Leave your running to your mamma,