This is a song about "A bitchass named stan"

Coming at each other's throats so perfectly just like how every lock has it's own individual key.

His life started to be a misery, and all of these happened because he listened to stan his enemy

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Hot like spain, run by a guy named satan

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel

I got a gun named moses, i’m in the club wit' it

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

Learned to hustle from a guy named mel

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Half your body laying on my chest

Unanimously named the game's president/