This is a song about "The fuckboy"

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

To the voice of the oblivion,

I don't care what it did to them

You're that secret place

From the cradle to the grave

Your the boat without the paddle

She caught up in my love triangle

No, not on top but down there

The trigger or the chair

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

A thug niggas in tha house

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the