This is a song about "How do i tell him i like him"

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Tell him that i slit his throat, in this dream i had

And see him hugging on someone is what i don't like

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

I promise im -not - him

Lies, tangled with fiction

Bitch, i flow like shady back when his mum made him crazy,

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately

I told him confused that she didnt seem like the evil type

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

When i ride him like a pony

They say nothings ever free