This is a song about "Your writting"

Half your body laying on my chest

And keep for your self your comment

To increase my ends

Your family, your friends,

Leave your running to your mamma,

Got a killer flow from the llama

While your basic skills are your weakness.

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Black fours red drop head doors

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

They think they bring that pain

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

Your last image is you seeing your wife

I know what you do with that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.