This is a song about "List"

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

Before you get ya ass on that hit list

A complete stranger added me to her prayer list

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

Make ya wanna put him, on the transplant list

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

A fever in disguise this guy's high's sufficed with this list

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

You're the last one on ma hit list, cause you're on a mentalist check list

/i'm almost done with the list/

Money is most of y'all interest

To bad you aint on the guest list

Young, handsome and focused

Begging not to be on my hit list

I ain’t saying that i’m finished