This is a song about "Getting crazy with jay and destroying your house"

For putting hands on my mother and destroying our lives,

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

I was gonna write you a poem today

How i cruise it with a fat jay

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Got me quite open for a while

And i'm destroying them meanwhile

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Crazy what people will do to fuck with you and get in your head