This is a song about "I breaks it down to the bone bristle"

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

So loud it breaks the stero. i bust your eardrums and you try to

Grab him by his collar bone, and throw him down the stairs like im tossin a stone,

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

That she really only loved talking about all the men she used to bone

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Making sure you breaks down

No reason to be around

I am the dame who breaks the face of her mate who became an ogre

Simply give me a beat, i guarantee i’ll make a hater move over

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

You left your nigga on his own

That i was thinkin' about writin' about, but my stream of thoughts crowded around

Ugly mothafucka lookin like the it clown, when i stand up to the mic just sit down

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Turn it down, let the speakers play some soft shit, i want to sleep today