This is a song about "Pulling urself together"

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

And it's pulling me apart a part

Hope all over again, we can start

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

I'm pulling all the strings, son, you feel the tension

Cuz i'm pulling skirts up exposing you ladies,

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

I can barely wipe my ass

Pulling the stitching out as

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

I did since we got together

You know...you know who you are

Can't keep it together