This is a song about "Meeting a man loving him but not knowing if he s hiding something"

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

And spay him up if he think he grown

Bout time i got my respect

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

This man is a murderer; he is not who he is supposed to be

Drop top on this thang

If he got half a man,

Can you picture my specific plan

But he ain't no handy man

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

Freestyle turn you to a homie. call me strange but not loving

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

But man, dig deeper and shovel something behind

But instead he handles man

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang