This is a song about "Tattoo on her back"

Knock her out and drag her back to an empty lobby's halls,

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Chic on a pointy sticked her

And there's little to be glad for

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Im not gonna judge her on her flaws

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

Breakin his back for her, some slipped discs

All my love is on her

Pour out a little liquor

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

He yelled go back to your room, hands still on her neck.

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Try not to lead her on