This is a song about "Breaking up with her"

She was the queen of the club

Tears runnin' down her face and her make up

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Her brain's having complications coming up with her hobbies.

My dreams with her were flushed/i'm about to start giving up i thought she

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Aunt showing up? grabbed her slapped her and snapped her!

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

He hooked up with another woman, her intuition

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Bodying the beat and breaking bread with the coldest of g's

I'm back up in this bitch with a bitch i call her cinna bun

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/