This is a song about "Plucking dingleberries out of your asshole"

And just in time your head is mine

Too take the piss out of your rhyme

I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Son, you think your good, get it out of your head,

Like i took out portions of your spine you want bars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Just like when you're plucking the last fucking pedal off of a living flower

Get out of my face, you have your own space stay out of mine

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

You must be out of your state... of mind,

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Get out of your apartments, mt is now nonresidential