This is a song about "Gonna be here for you"

That if you treat people like shit you gonna be like shit.

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

If we were meant to be, why arent you here?

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

You not meant to be here, on my car you just rust

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

And i'm here for you if you ever feelin sad

You'll be the one ashen, and all, ain't gonna be gasping for long

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

So let me be clear, if not for christ i wouldnt be here, still on percs and vikes

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

You gonna get knocked down. you gotta be painless.

And nowadays niggas stand behind em like clive davis

I'll be down here makin you proud.

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round