This is a song about "Lyrebird loneliness darkness rain stories that never change"

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Those callous eyes that tell stories of malice.

Dreams to be on top, never knew things would change

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

But now i'm destined for loneliness because jodi, she was that one.

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

Is that the pitter patter of the rain - i don't know

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

It's been nothing but pain

Even with stories that teach men not to freak with these senoritas with sleeves of sequins

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins