This is a song about "Guest list"

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

A complete stranger added me to her prayer list

Best friends with da game you are still a guest,

I can only love you when you’re undressed

/i'm almost done with the list/

But our flow is the truest

Hit you first on my hit list,

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

I'm a guest on this quest of blessed and oppressed they suggest

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

I don't feel like i belong, i feel like i'm a guest.

If you feel it, it must be real just

Begging not to be on my hit list

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

I already cleared my hit list now i gotta to do list