This is a song about "Giving it your all"

Pay all your shit so the bank don't foreclose it,

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

It must be christmas because i'm giving you a gift that's called..

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I hear your vocals your giving it weak

Catch feelings of a pussy, thats rarely homey

But it wasn't like that, and he was giving up slowly,

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Did it all start with "place your bets"?

This bad habit of giving into your madness

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

And obviously hurtful words is not all your giving

Took your time tryna figure it all out.

In her defense she a part of the crowd