This is a song about "He"

Just to go to liv on a sunday

He didn't answer her he just looked away

As he grew up he got more confused

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

He disses microphone cause when he grabs one, he chokes

Cause a riot, throw a molotov, somebody told me them pirates had got lost

So he started proclaiming,he was contrite he was shouting loud he thought

He commit suicide

Hey baby girl what it look like

I understand i'm back by popular demand

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

Caus he vibes and he lies chronic

And if i'm down with this banging shit

He thinks that he can control

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll