This is a song about "The rage of another guy pursuing a female that i like"

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

But i aint never with that female shit

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Just another type of guy, that lives to get by

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I am the kinda guy waiting for a fuckin prophecy. i shit on the mic like the rhino

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I brittle your ribs, you the type of guy that fiddles with kids

I recollect that you were the same guy proppin my other battle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

And became aimless like the guy who thew that shoe/

I get pissed and go in a rage

You redundant, you never ever change