This is a song about "Onee more"

Now u want me no more

She leave her hair on the floor

Hold my tears i tried my best

The more wealth the more tore felt.

I shoulda gone out more

As soon as i walk in the door

You could give a fuck more

You see i gotta go to war

Why they begging for some more

They fiend in the door

So tell me why are we at war

Get the best progress more

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Thou art more lovely and more temperate: