This is a song about "Dylan terry"

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

Do you need a tissue to soak up the tears you display.

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

And i like my girls with ambition

Getting rough in the booth like the tissue of armadillos

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

Then get out your seat and jump around

Like a marker on carpet, you know that shit won't ever be the same.

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

I've had enough of the bullshit and people taking the mick,

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

Start piling up the body count, man im the blood thirsty count,

This is like love, that you can never get

The towel? feel like throwin in the whole bathroom set.