This is a song about "Cupids arrow"

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Victory is within my grasp, arrow to your throat i'm there 'till you take that last gasp

Until i'mma gonei bust on bad boy middle finger to da bratdon't get your young ass smacked

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Even if you were to be more upright than an arrow,

Now i come fast like an arrow to the heart

I know my calling's worth like phone card

You saved me takin a arrow to the knee but i still stung like a little bee.

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

My dick was an arrow i fucked her so hard and she called me a wacko

Fuck a gun wheres my bow? flaming arrow in stock, aiming at your throat ready to let it go

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

And stick a arrow in the back of the bus thats how you finish a combo

And they drummin' on the hollow buckets, show ain't over 'til it's bravo