This is a song about "Her"

Temporary the richest, legendary's forever

Or possibly date her, maybe even masturbate her

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

Her lipstick smell, her pussy look pierced

Easily leo da vinci when i piece in a picture

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

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Her achilles heel is her weak heart.

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

If they ain’t talking bout paper

And it's all thanks to her

But i wrote this for her

How simple they are

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

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