This is a song about "Domestic violeance"

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Don't be tame or you'll get fucked up worse than hussein

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

The fame. came into the ballgame with a claim to tame. some at least, i only show

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

I’ll be there every single night

Right now, we gotta tame you and blame you

And if i do go you better come through

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Something you couldn't tame, a cunning gain i proclaim war against

Now you be a servant

I ain't trying to be ignorant