This is a song about "He"

And if i speak the good into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

Caus he vibes and he lies chronic

Every day was a saturday, shit

He was contrite when he know that he denied

Plus my kicks are nik', this what the bitches like

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

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

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

On that red-eyed kush flight

He commit suicide

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

And he deteriorates

He was in for thrill, he was skilled.

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift