This is a song about "Being used"

I was born to do the damn thing

Or was i just a desolate being

I tried to drown the voices with the drugs that i've used

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Fuck being counterfeit

Lease on the whip

Razor grips, laser spit

I’m being sarcastic,

I used my rhymes for bad

It's all good, finna dog that

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

The royal brits used flight to try to keep the sky. us canadians used

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

Being used to me was like a fashion trait or being killed inside like the assassin snake

I love you though i'll still fuck

I used to be jigga but