This is a song about "How i fucked you"

So i know how you feel

But it's clouds over here

Well how about i murder you

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Im bouta get you hot like i fucked you with a candle stick

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Never ending thoughts of how my taunts and how i haunted you

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

I regret how i treated you

Its fine you can all get fucked.

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Fuck fame, fuck money

How fucked up it can be,

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

I'm sure you must have smiled and i fucked up and i missed it.