This is a song about "Talking with my girl"

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

And that you should beware of a girl with my past.

Aint concerned with the shit talking and the chitter chatter

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

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

You cant get a deece girl, your stuck with skanks, my weeds danks,

The feds slower than a can pouring

That was my adrenaline talking

With tracks on my sleeve, you girl are never gunna leave", forever awake no sleep

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

But when i stop my talking,

The pigs fly away in the morning

And keep rappin, he tried get with my girl but that will never happen,

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son