This is a song about "Likening her"

You aint gunna find her, mantel her from behind ima grind her

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Cos it reminds her of her dad helps her rewind the time

And i hugged her and told her id miss her,

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

Or possibly date her, maybe even masturbate her

But make it in time for shitty re-runs of rocket power

Then i slammed her on her back 'til her vertebrae broke

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

Hit her and quit her, then i threw her in the river

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Im not gonna judge her on her flaws

Alcohol and booty calls

Spread her, pet her with her thighs sprawled

And inside they think rap's soft