This is a song about "Struggling to become a famous rapper"

She begins to decay, to become a slaughter

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I'm gon do it proper

Only to become a potter

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Your the type to act like a rapper,

No more amore, i refuse to force you

Broke rappers struggling to get through

And i guarantee you'll have a hard time struggling,

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

Yalls struggling like a vampire allergic to blood but has a blood addiction

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position