This is a song about "The unexpected"

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Take the exit, the nearest left

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

To the rigors of the industry

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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

This the clash of the titans

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

In the face of the outside.

Them people see my good side

After the fire, comes the rain

Time after time, again and again

Your the boat without the paddle

She caught up in my love triangle