This is a song about "Him her"

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

When sis saw him she went out of her mind......

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Picks it up to call back to tell him that she loves him with her body

So if it comes down, may the best man win

They pick on him and step on him

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author

And take his daughter i bought her make him witness dirty slaughter

Handed him her money, – sniffed -, and now she was fly

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

But im a well of inspiration

It never seemed to bother him

She calls me crying him and her just got in a fight

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Or left with her mother, to beat him before the strangle him,

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin