This is a song about "He ends up falling for the wrong girl"

Your the type of hater that ends up floatin 6ft deep at the bottom of a barrel

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

If you're beggin for mercy ya barkin up the wrong tree, rap obviously ain't yo cup of tea

But he don't rule a thing

I can see the sun falling

Run on a ramage until the world ends

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

What's wrong with rhyming for the dark side,

Living my life like i'm living right

He went to the wrong place the wrong night

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute