boy's come in go all thru your life argue fuss and fight and still things just aint right. the pain stay and burns like an open sore every time is heals it's self it get cut right back open some more. he say he love you and he wont do it again and not even a week later he come busting thru your door trying to give you a reason to take him back for sure and when you say no you'd had enough. he start throwin' blows trynna knock yo day-lites-out. leaving bruises you making up excesses. tell yo friends it want happen again tellin yo mamma that ya'll just having drama and she says keep being scared yo gone be dead 6 ft wide 6 feet deep you gone be sleep. more like R.I.P