This is a song about "Being beaten by my misses"

Without being able to see the beauty, that's flashing by around me,

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

That i am the king for a reason, not teasin, my mind is beaten

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

My word of promise being consumed by the darkness

7 wins, one time beaten by a fag

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Breaking the locks with these rocks from being attacked by a monster

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend