This is a song about "Being used by a lover"

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

But in reality your just being used.

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

Being chased by the tears of a stronger man,

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Stay down ass clowns, you must've, thought i was such a lover

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

Maybe i'd have a lover or i'd be a little bolder

Being used to me was like a fashion trait or being killed inside like the assassin snake

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

In the mirror? i think im turning you into a lover.

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

I get used unusually by hands of happenstance

Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent