This is a song about "Woman break ups"

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

Another dead woman,another bad boys

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

The wind is blowing, i keep going through the ups and downs

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Locked his woman into a vent there and then,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Life has its ups and downs but it aint no roller coaster

Disabled woman mugged on the arbour,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her