This is a song about "Falling in love with the wrong person"

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Think of myself in third person and imagine being the simple onlooker.

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Yes i'm in love with a grimsley, there's the truth, shit

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Now don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with the technology,

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Dont get me wrong i love the land that we made

Like i showed you the puzzle with your piece in the wrong place

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

You're barking in the wrong direction,

In the wrong line with the wrong man

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang