This is a song about "Bro from another whore"

Clock ticks from ten, more socks hung again till 3 2 1 thank god for another year alive, amen.

Imagine them trapped in confinries,waving through windows,peeking for recovery n

Tamer from his trainer days, mistake salvation for another maze/

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

Making these fool sore over his last whore.

Another day as i step out the door

We all know she’s a closet whore,

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

With another tab open swearing from my keyboard

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

So i head out, start searching for another flirting whore/

Are we living or dead bro

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Im dumb enough to get gonahrea from a whore!

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for