This is a song about "His"

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

And i put you on the team

Ultimately his decision,

And when it's said and done

Wears his jeans below his knees

Steal your love with ease

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Daddy gotta go after that and get his

Hey, must be the money

Murder his family

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

On his dying wish, his grave, his name, they set his astray house aflame,