This is a song about "Better off with out you"

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

I'm talking ambition, i could spell it for you

We grew apart, you found out it was better if you flew.

Fuck off stop bullshittin you silly cunt it dont get it out

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

With all that infinite wisdom, can't you come up with better shit.

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

Oh you wanna mess with me? better reconsider/

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

You better off raising the flag and just retreat

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

You can say im better with the flu

Silent momentman, i been missing you