This is a song about "Losing the love of your life"

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

I'll never be the confessor to this assessor of your crimes for life.

I can't take the pain and sorrow of losing my baby girl.

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

But i'm not revealing the stress of losing whitney

As i seenobody cares about my history

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

You turn of your feelings when the life is hard, but you live in sweden your

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Life, love, pursuit of happiness, doing nothing is the definition of absurd madness

Laying low and your losing what the fuck do you think

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Nothing but me and the love of my life nonstop battling,

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Look at all the hoes you losing