This is a song about "Make her mine"

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Fuck her so hard and make her pray for more

Tears runnin' down her face and her make up

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Choke her make her bleed she's week tilt her head you know it's compete

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

No i aint get respect, old heads pay me no mine like i aint make a threat

And i can get em all without lots of effort

Don't want to anger her, or make her irked

When im done shove her down the stairs and make you listen to her scream ur name,

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

And tell her to make me breakfast

Bring my name up, it gotta be mentioned