This is a song about "The model"

Now your model, normally docile wife is gone, ticked by an illogical quarrel

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

And wallowed in sorrow, borrowed cash, i'm a role model,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

The bigger the the fun

On the bible you can run

Jt: i'mma be the syrup, she can be my waffle

I know you do your thing, but be a role model,

'cause i'm the only role model, for a person like me.

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

And even buy you a bottle

My new bitch is now a model

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Huh, a metaphor of course

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.