This is a song about "Her will"

Pain, he's ready for whatever

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

At her funeral, yet few will know what really showed her to the putrid hole

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Razor blades in hand hoping her life will change slowly,

So that you will never argue, screech, till you brawl and leave, her to crawl on knees

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Then your prolly on water

I will neva wife her

You told me god was the answer

When she goes to walk out, god will let her

Basketball is my favorite sport

Spread her, pet her with her thighs sprawled

Bands will make her dance so baby go

People love hodgy i hate you though