This is a song about "So many trust issues"

So many following, guess i’m towing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Know just what you worth

So many amateurs

So many memories, that she cries about

We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out

I've killed so many...

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

So many tears that i've shed

So many massacres, suiciders and arsonists

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Cant trust em so i do no favors,

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Slinky, so robust, trust what i say is the evil of dusk

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement