This is a song about "Woman hard break ups"

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

You woman are cray, but hayyyy! i'm here to fucking slay.

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

Another dead woman,another bad boys

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Watching my woman of twenty years wither away,

Yea, i been humble too long

Go through ups and downs,through right and wrong

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Wouldnt smack a woman but id smack a bitch

You caught in the web of that woman

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them