This is a song about "Period of office of a protector"

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

Take his favorite injector and stuff it in his bitch protector

Like a genetic mutation messing up your period,

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Gallop down to sheriffs office,

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Suave of a persona of a street hustler combining with theory's weaving of

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Office chair big just like a throne

Now all i am is alone

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

I'm in another time zone or even a different period