This is a song about "Zoe your beut"

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

And slid back north of course to pen more

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

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

I got that goodman game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Your on fire.. your on fire

Poke out from behind her