This is a song about "Closing people out"

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Hitmen taking out people at the club

The people saw the carpet bein' pulled out from beneath,

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

I would never turn people out i've already been there before,

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

People speaks their minds and let the words flow out

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm an ironic life instructor, make addicts out of people

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Figure out how many people really listen to words

I live in a zoo

Who takes out people like you

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

The people that you mug, you know they're fresh out of cash,