This is a song about "Explain"

Bullet holes and escalades, just tryin to explain,

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Im marking my targets, i better explain to twain/

Allow me to explain. i'm back for good

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

So i'll sit here and fucken explain

Look around: we the largest in the game

Those explain the cuts and the burns.

Strumming my pain with his fingers

I cannot explain, i cannot.

He say, she say, oh my god

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

But my mother would, and she would try to explain,

All black everthing on some jigga shit

It's crazy ain't it, hard to explain it