This is a song about "Another"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Look another day another fucking dollar

Mark from kingston was a gun runner

And the blame somehow or another,

Im not just another white fellow

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Here take another puff

I wouldn't be famous

Won't run out anytime soon

Pop another volume

I'm gettin discouraged with her

You act like one another

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Can't share another laugh, another kiss another clash

Murdering another bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich