This is a song about "Confessing"

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

With a note there and im thinking of reading

For everybodys approval or their blessing, confessing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Done showed you to much skill damnit when i get to confessing,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Okay now i'm confessing, to not regretting and not objecting to this wrecking

Chasing him, his asthma's flaringsmoking like a chimney, on remy, of course he not caring

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

Christian it'll take more than confessing to stop this sinning

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Confessing my stealing #convenience

It's hard for kevin and confessing the truth to get along

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong