This is a song about "Being in the friend zone"

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Don't let me into my zone (i’m definitely in my zone)

I don't need no fucking throne

C walking in the kill zone

I was in the zone fuckin boned her then didnt phone her that is stone cold

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

You need to step back and zone in why i regret those nights on the couch or

Let out all the swag like my dad, got right in the zone, obtained no receipts

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

You couldn't step in the zone if i wrote directions on a post-it note

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Shit ain’t better alone

Depsoit in the outcast zone