This is a song about "Your lover leaving"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Leaving your gore to pore, hoe u ain't winning so stop being ambitious

Leaving you curious about your cheerios

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Leaving your brain stem #in #fluids by lead shots

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Leaving their armor rusted and torn i'll exploit your defenses

Hang on my words, but more concerned with my latest necklace

// [billie jean is not my lover]

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Dirt lines cover all ya mothers' lover

Cause they don't hear the shit im saying hunger

Upon listening to a verse your leaving in a hearse

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

Ain't got love for actor suckers and gay lover

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir