This is a song about "I like it snappy"

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Like a butcher i like to cut it up,

And it feels like i gotta choose

With women with issues

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

But when i be they dont like it

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I do it big like oprah

I remember this like it was yesterday,

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

I miss the moment i had, people like this nigger stole it

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market