This is a song about "He ll"

Bt i ll bring em back...i swear on the testimony

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

That ll make u sneeze weak in the knees/and give you a permanent

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

My anxiety"ll kill me in the long run/

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Stop hoping around, it ll still be there, no kangaroo

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

And of course, my car's off course

I 'll just stick ta hate songs