This is a song about "Cheating x"

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Fuck you go to hell u cheating son of a bitch i wish u fell

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Wake up sleeping cheating im dreaming constantly competing

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

But in this relationship there will be no cheating this is my life

Ur flow is floppy 'n' choppy like you popped a molly or x

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Like sally mae on college debt

I slapped an x on your head

I'm on task, but rappers be dropping x like they're malcolm,

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them