This is a song about "Make him choce"

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

And take his daughter i bought her make him witness dirty slaughter

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Kill him, commit suicide, than kill him again.

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

The only way for him to make a profit,

And i hope you told him

This boa, what's your motivation

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

If someone doesn't listen to him he'll make them drown

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

At times they make him not want to stay

Until i started to lose my way