This is a song about "Don t be drinking all my stuff"

Mirror mirror on the wall

You don;t thin anymore

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I opened my drawer today and it had all her stuff.

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape