This is a song about "Your"

To increase my ends

Your family, your friends,

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Now you got me hopped up on that

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Huh, a metaphor of course

Convertibles with turbo jets

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

I'll be your companion ,your friend and your guide

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Now that's what you call a game