This is a song about "Breakup with him"

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

So fuck with him well, you're fucking with me

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin

Dan ghostt with the heavenly forces that wraparound him.

She like nigga yeah right

And with him by my side

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Stand up and kill him with a spectre

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

He's all about that political wisdom, i write with him

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Views are twisted, your man, what's the matter with him?

With him helping this time

Doctor said i was fine