This is a song about "To his coy mistress"

This is no trial, this a closed case

His conscience can take him to his grave

A mistress of attack, step back to admire the art the scene

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

My mind turns straight to the mistress.

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

“i leave all my assets to my latino mistress”

Together all the timethought it was true love

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits

On my face for dating my school's bio teacher what a mistress

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love