This is a song about "I leave you in a pool of my blood seeing you cry hurts me more"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

From everyting that i be seeing you losing tens of fans

I toss and turn at night in a pool of sweat

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Cry "daddy i missed you, i don't want you to leave this place/

Sacrifice life in a pool of blood of my own stew,

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

In disguise/ my families true lives is what i despise/ if you hear how i cry / you

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

When i see you, i'm seeing you, me and you only

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly