This is a song about "Worthless men"

Nastiest over-limit went men

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Heavy burden ready with a lengthy machete versing the worthless

Or is it what we're seeing completely worthless?

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

I had never fit in with the men.

I killed them cause there life is worthless.

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Denise was just a worthless hater,

I chill now...cop a little ice later