This is a song about "Helping a woman get over her ex"

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Straight over and told her mama there's a soccer game,

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand

If i'm helping the game, or being purely a bully,

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Her handset in hand scouring over a message i sent

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

He hooked up with another woman, her intuition

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Me anymore/ over her dead body will i ever get to live with my

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best