This is a song about "The love is not there"

Fishes swimming out there, i wonder who the next is.

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

Well there is not much to endure

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

Chicken bone, not a phone, is anybody out there?!

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.

Its not our place to judge or to use anger to defend there is no anger in the hearts of faithful men

As time ticks forward he comes closer to the end, sitting at the end of his bed holding a pen

'cause chronic's the best there is, natural selection,

Better or worse, the center of attention

There is blood shes not clean i tell her to brush her teeth

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities