This is a song about "Helena chapman"

I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I'm buldin' my life from piece to piece

I'm everything that they call nice

Im robbing you of your flow like you was working as a clerk

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

Remember last september when you last surrendered to a chicken piece?

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

So i'm back like a clerk rapping on rap pad

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

How you gonna talk shit about me sucking dick when you're nickname is dick rider?!

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

I reach for my piece and bullets flew

And plus he's just a wall street banker puppet with clever shit,

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot