This is a song about "He"

He lost his tact so he backed and the mirror he smacked,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

And he deteriorates

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Some days he just wishes he could die

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Just say he's the best

He can split he can bend

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

About australia he claimed he remember nothing huh?

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

He raps fine lines he knows he raps tight

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

But when he discovered he was hopeless he gathered his things,