This is a song about "Stressing over bitches"

"contemplate", i wrote about her

It's over, it's over, it's all over.

When im happy i get real bitches to call me daddy, they crawl all over me til i say quit bitch,

Or i'll challenge myself: i manage to give you brain damage and put you in a gray package

Over here, money over there

I'm love stoned and i could swear

My dick, stupid bitches

Take her back to where i live

Right, now you say you don't care

Over here, money over there

Nay-nay i cheated death, but i still got you stressing.

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Your careers over, he’s slumped over/