This is a song about "Youre man"

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

Shit in her head youre nothing youre just shit

Youre fucked, ur the lock, ima key,and youre shocked? thought i cheat?

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Youre not ready,still casting your bullets

So i guess that's where i hide my things

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Youre an obstruction, complete dysfuction made from -corruption

Ironically,im the world that youre talking about

You home, you never minded me so i stepped out

Well youre about to be in pain

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

If youre a visitor get your ass kicked

The government officials is rude in the district

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Enough things to make youre mind scream