This is a song about "Bad break ups"

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I stand for freedom of speech and truth, not political cover-ups,

The wind is blowing, i keep going through the ups and downs

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Take a kitkat take a break,

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Ups and downs and come arounds, and stomachs growling,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

I rap so much, i need a break

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate