This is a song about "Wither"

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

But his trigger finger itching, tongue was wither but still spitting.

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

When you're sitting there watching your wife wither away,

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Ain't gonna #drown, but #wither, stack up,

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Watching my woman of twenty years wither away,