This is a song about "Praising your boyfriend"

Now you know i gotta kill it i feel it all in my finger tips

When she brings home a new boyfriend her brother will be asking so many questions,

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

She took one more cut to the throat to end it all but then her boyfriend

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

Her boyfriend, she throws the phone against the wall out of anger then

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

A shouting match lit the malignant glint in greg’s eyes( her boyfriend)

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Heathens praising weakened legions

So here i am at the store for some chips

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

But she sneaks out the window to meet with her boyfriend