This is a song about "Her beeing anno"

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Spread her, pet her with her thighs sprawled

And i hugged her and told her id miss her,

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

Run for cover and return fire

So instead i leave her

Aunt showing up? grabbed her slapped her and snapped her!

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

Then i slammed her on her back 'til her vertebrae broke

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

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

You aint gunna find her, mantel her from behind ima grind her

Cause they be on their water

I will neva wife her