This is a song about "Her"

He runs to her, to stop her screamin',

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Her lipstick smell, her pussy look pierced

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

Or possibly date her, maybe even masturbate her

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

Spread her, pet her with her thighs sprawled

Tell me anything you want

'less you stabler and benson, i don't fuck with the law

He drags her to a stall, beats her, and kicks her in her jaw,

I been doing this for forever, so whatever

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/

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

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke