This is a song about "We don t accept you"

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

I suppose you think this story will make me accept her death

And we'll accept you for you're not a hobbit

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

I'm hot as hell, don i'll give you pac and l

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

You don;t thin anymore

Im seated by the floor

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?