This is a song about "Dissing on him"

When it's show time, i'm gonna close the curtains on him

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Suddenly it's all #bird #'n' stress, #building on him

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Let him rot, trod on his yacht that's the plot give him a fucking blood clot

First off congratulations on the win

Cause i been in the field life on the line with him

I'm on a solo mission to find him personally

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

But on a serious note im gonna steal him

Trying to get back to this thing called love

To protect him on his travels

I turned him on his belly, what i would do was heinous.

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love