This is a song about "Death of a lover"

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Rather have a better lover then a lame lair

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

This is hiii-power since the eddie bauer, i’ve been popular

Take another hit, buzzer feels like a full recover, its my lover

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

In the mirror? i think im turning you into a lover.

Stay down ass clowns, you must've, thought i was such a lover

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

She's happily a cock lover like dracula's a blood sucker

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

As long as there is the opposite of death

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

The freshness of my breath bring your death