This is a song about "Taunting"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

And think about on openings, a ring taunting, haunting,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

And here you are, flaunting chains and taunting rappers

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Talking shit, taunting feels like i'm being haunted feel empty like desserts