This is a song about "Cigarettes and valentines"

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

And their mothers and fathers

So you finally got the nerve

Grab the scissors and saws and

She can only live for the moment

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Cigarettes when i'm finished, it's rigorous, to win this meager diss

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Seein' dreams in they sleep

And stop playing hide and seek,

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,