This is a song about "He cheated"

He commit suicide

Which you know i'm different, right

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Cheated three times and added up points to her kill spree

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

It's moe, all i need is more chips

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Then you must've cheated, your raps are shit, not even completed, now your

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

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

He was in for thrill, he was skilled.

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

He calls it art when he arranges them