This is a song about "The weeknd"

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Here's the answer and the antidote:

If you didn't know i feel this way

Heres jk, the man, the prey

Im the best your the worst

And for me it's reversed

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Where the fuck the chorus

Got that deep love

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Cause our weekends ain't the shit that the weeknd singin bout

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

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