This is a song about "Turnt up niggah"

Without your love it's cold as fuck

The victims real shaken up

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

You the the type of bitch to make a niggah want to use his fist

Problems stackin up, pretty soon im packin up

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

Its ironic the way we broke up she sucked a niggah the hard way

Mr. right's running up,

Say what you wanna but

Why came to me so bliss askin a niggah for a kiss

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service