This is a song about "My sweetheart"

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

She's a sweetheart, smart, scarred, all from the start.

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Me and my microphone could be one

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

It ain't where i been

Dissecting my specimen

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

With such an ugly picture in it and

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread