This is a song about "Female lover cheating on her husband and he already knows but is hanging on and pretending he doesnt know hoping one day she would love him again"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Sit him on the floor, and if he get to bitching,

And how he gave him ass play, all day, every day

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

I would go rampage jackson on him, he went on me

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

But one day he thought this world would be better without his existence.

He's love with me, he wrote my name on his arm and

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

And you ain't gotta go to war

And he kicked her tooth on the floor

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

He cried and beg for help, but no one would answer.