This is a song about "Cheating on him"

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

My nigga conrad murray just balled on him

I would go rampage jackson on him, he went on me

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

When it's show time, i'm gonna close the curtains on him

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

But on a serious note im gonna steal him

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Let him rot, trod on his yacht that's the plot give him a fucking blood clot

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Wake up sleeping cheating im dreaming constantly competing

I hear knocking on heaven's door, why don't you invite him in?

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

Hop on him, like i'm buzzing on adrenaline/

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun