This is a song about "Your lover leaving"

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Tie your dumbass in the corner and make you watch as i fuck your former lover,

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

Head rush, a feel like your leaving your body

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Leaving your brain stem #in #fluids by lead shots

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

Severing your main veins opening them up with grenades leaving decay

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow

Leaving rappers disordered, that explains the toe you grow in your fro

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

// [billie jean is not my lover]

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Leaving you curious about your cheerios