This is a song about "Her"

Her lipstick smell, her pussy look pierced

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Baby heading down a cloud

Dick her down kick her out

And make her fall on her face and

And the word most important

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Her achilles heel is her weak heart.

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Hit her and quit her, then i threw her in the river

They had a hell of a run

Her eyes stay low call her asian

He catches her and puts her arm around her to the bathroom,

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Get your paper, see you later

So instead i leave her