This is a song about "I was good to you but ypu stabbed me in the back my brain ain t wired like that i wanna be mad but i can t i m too nice not this time its time for me to take matters into my own hands wanna escape this feeling two faced i should of known"

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

For the first time, i felt completely free; i was able to just be me.

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

But i wanna get ya close to me

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

For me to express what i'm feeling in the way that i wanna express it

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

Instead of pulling them out of my own mind, but now this time when i rhyme they're mine,

Bt i m sure dat my dick for u will be t pain

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

So i took my time, then t-caines was my name, dwight it,

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

I wanna be the old me that i was before, i lost my wife now.

And now.... i gotta wallow through the crap to find my heart somehow.