This is a song about "The bitter end of heartbreak"

Spit with a bitter bit of hennessy,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

Cause at the end of the day, we're all colleges in this,

Sick of seeing crime and rape and all this bitter ass violence,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Now heartbreak was the one that was the worst for me,

Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

And you know i paint that picture

The foes, they got bitter,

The foes, they got bitter,

Say bye bye to her