This is a song about "Being over there"

I see you over there, drownin in needles

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Make a swag fag keel over when they know there rhymes lag/

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

I've about had it with faggots just being over dramatic

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

So the days of being a duck are over

Your sandwich over there

Throw your money in the air

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Over there are the torture chambers, floors filled with brains,

I'd run myself over, but there needs to be a teacher

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader

Just the fact of being there

But now it's more declare