This is a song about "Misery loves company"

Give players plenty space

Like a women who loves to chase

With out me you will be in misery

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Everybody loves a nuisance

Decided he wanted some company that night

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Few seconds past and she's out of her... misery.

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Loves whatever you make it

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Nothing but misery

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Every chick loves godzilla

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga