This is a song about "Doping him"

Now they fallin off like nutso on above the rim

Or left with her mother, to beat him before the strangle him,

They pick on him and step on him

I love all the inspiration

Who will connive... against him

I know that love it could begin

But im a well of inspiration

Promise i would never leave him

But im never sick of him

How you hold in emotion

Got me rushed to the station

With beautiful music, just like him.

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Kill him, commit suicide, than kill him again.

I promise im -not - him

Oh, you look like my next victim