This is a song about "Losing a pet"

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Look at all the hoes you losing

Spread her, pet her with her thighs sprawled

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Razor under the tongue, like bitches losing the last few pounds, its a close cut

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

Losing my first battle on here isn't a real biggie/

Constitution, they hurt after losing

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

I've got a pet demon and i call him satan

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Fed to his pet zombie, ted!