This is a song about "Not loosing him"

I promise im -not - him

How you hold in emotion

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

She's loosing her grasp, breath, gettin closer to her death,

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

Talk about jesus, you're not as famous as him

I'm not shady enough to be like him

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Reading shit my critics say

At times they make him not want to stay

And now i'm cool but i'm loosing my temper

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Certainly not jesus, i'd leave him speechless

Drives him crazy, always went home not feeling fine

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line