This is a song about "Beat up bril le"

Cus i'm gonna love you girl until the end of time

I beat up ya wifey, find me drumming on her spine.

I beat myself up too much

Trying to give them light and a message

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Beat up, tortured and all the bruises

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Cold nights, long fights, beat up right under the street light.

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Beat up from the feet up and it won't sound that precocious.

Commercially murk the beat with courtesy when i show up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Beat box while we team up

Bitches is artificially duck

Known for throwing up so ima vomit on this beat

Of a convertible elopin' to get married