This is a song about "The rest became history"

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

I became the expert on suicide and how to cope,

And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you

And became aimless like the guy who thew that shoe/

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

I became the counterpart and learned to hold the hard

Would it alter the course of my history?

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I even believed you over the rest

But i can only love you when you undressed

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Putting themselves above the rest

I say that to the rest

Life has put her to the test