This is a song about "Being cheated on"

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Im on fire lyrical supplier, being the best is my only desire

They are an illuminati puppet, being pulled on their strings,

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Are my ticket to being the richest man on earth

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

I do the right thing

For going on being

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Some attention from this bitch, who just lied and soberly cheated

But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper

I'm tired of being on the bench wanna be a starter

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

He said she cheated on him with this guy.