This is a song about "Jig is up"

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

You phonies is fake you all is tripping tie up ya lace

This is my break-up song,

Yea, i been humble too long

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Which is why this arm of mine is cut up

She was the queen of the club

My wrists is froze, im super loc'd up

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

And throwing up is there only option,

Get your mitts up bitch, this is a stick up

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Gluteus is in the air make sure that bitches ass is up

That moschino shit is so back

What the fuck is up with that,