This is a song about "Denotation"

Then jack off to it later choking myself with an extension cord bitch.

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid

With this shit comes evil and of course the guns, the ones that are lethal.

When the truth is, i be just tryin’ to make it equal

They sleep on me like pillow, i'm understanding that they're feeble

You're a known feeble, me and this foe's equal?