This is a song about "Your uglynes"

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

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Balling, but it’s not a game

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Right flows down and they might go nice

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

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

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Hear the rambling in the sky

Your gonna gratify