This is a song about "With him"

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Stuck with no friends, and so nobody knows him,

I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

Or left with her mother, to beat him before the strangle him,

I'm just aiming what i'm saying hope you bleed out emotion

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler

I love all the inspiration

Well that's just fine with him

And with him by my side

That's how we make it right

Views are twisted, your man, what's the matter with him?

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion