This is a song about "Being a loset"

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Being blind isn't a condition, it's a decision,

Was i overeacting just being a pessimist,

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

With a note there and im thinking of reading

Or was i just a desolate being

I believed in a higher being.

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

The latter being a constant misconception,

Or do you understand the stressing, the aggression