This is a song about "Cum rope"

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

And i've given up hope, i'm fashioning a rope,

Cum right into a black thong

But just when it gets good, she's gone

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

This music's dying with it's head strung up in a tightened rope,

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Just before he stepped off and tied the rope

His flow on renegade, fucking awesome

Know the shit he doing while writing the cum

Blood of a man cum laude

Separate us, from what jay brought

Impeccable give it my note

Up and then soar the rope,