This is a song about "Em i stuttering"

And i said whatever fuck em,

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Show em how it's done, then i let em do the rest

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

That's the way, you can move it baby

I faced 'em, kidnapped 'em, then slayed ‘em gravely

I ain't interested in fame

Tell em i cannot complain

Let em say i dont care

But now it's more declare

And the reason that i'm going

I keep pounding em in