This is a song about "Zoe your beut"

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

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Trying to renovate the game

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Said when i do dirt wit her

Your on fire.. your on fire