This is a song about "Hes a bitch"

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

The mind of a writer is d sword fo fighter the feelings he never cry'd up caus he knows hes fighter

Never had a chance to try

Hopin hes the right guy

Ballin til the buzzer blow

Even though hes a zero

Since hes the last, lets have a blast, ill walk into the kitchen,

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

For certain hes gonna be a legend,

Man but this ain't no sign language

Never take shit from a bitch

I'll pray to god in church and ask if hes merged with a rapper

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

A hollow demon bitch

Now you speaking my language