This is a song about "Suicidal about her"

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Long nights of hearing about old boyfriends in her home

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Oh you mad ‘cause i’m stylin’ from the city of power

But there was something about this chick, being away from her

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

Tell her i'll be there friday with her pimp, about to fuck her,

Finding-nemo-ass niggas get your life together

Make a record about doing drugs and name it after her (oh thank you!)

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

My dreams with her were flushed/i'm about to start giving up i thought she

And when i cried about you, you were spending a lil time with her

But make it in time for shitty re-runs of rocket power