This is a song about "A girl i use to text"

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

I love to see a pretty girl making ugly faces

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

You use up all your brain to make up one bar while i just use a little bit.

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

I don't know what words to use

I express my dreams when im engraving my text , the pens intense to me

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

At 12am everynight i expect to get a text or page

Cause i use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

You're the corner stone

So i always use a phone