This is a song about "Abusive partner"

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

It's time my partner in crime lay down a rhyme

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Like an abusive husband,bitch get back in the kitchen and make me some muffins

"two more too i'm hopin'. you and your partner, cut you both open!"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Emotional and mental abuse/ continuing abusive treatment

I said fuck that im not abusive, been doin it for a while, you know writin music?

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Cause i'd be damned if i find out you receiving abusive head

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

"three i be hopin'. you and your partner, cut you both open!"

To make you my partner

That i will leave earth with her