This is a song about "Cupid and psyche"

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Let cupid take aim, come and follow my lane

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

What i do, through and through and

Knees dug deep into the pavement

More money that mean less sleep

And kill yourself and your clique

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Yes i make music ever since i was shot by the rap cupid,

Social conditioning and

This how i hear it different

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Grab the scissors and saws and