This is a song about "Your lover"

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Huh, a metaphor of course

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Maybe i'd have a lover or i'd be a little bolder

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Stay down ass clowns, you must've, thought i was such a lover

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

My tongue is my lover so i'll fucking express

Personal assault, how could her father do that to his lover

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

// [billie jean is not my lover]

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

Rather have a better lover then a lame lair

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair