This is a song about "I can t be your hero anymore"

I dont have to look anymore,

Some old bitch that we did before

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

My gold rollie tell time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

You ain't gotta worry no more

I dont have to look anymore,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I feel guilty, i dont wanna feel like this anymore

Zero,because i have no mothafuckin fearo of them pretzel dick hero

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

And i got them gold bottles, first place

You my master i can be your slave