This is a song about "Bits"

Smashed her to bits, she must hate me...

Shit with our whole family

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen

You cleaned up most but there's bits on the couch

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Slipping further into comatose bits of shit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

And now that i’m getting money

Smashed her to bits, she must hate me...

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Pistol whipped to brain bits running around pavement