This is a song about "Better together"

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

Packed together like my sister's smokes,

Like, no bitch we didn't sleep together,

I pipe in and one night her

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

To meet, but never actually stay together

Together stop acting so numb

500 at the villa ain't no problem

Then get myself together/

My records sell, yes sir

And i ain't frontin for her

Can't keep it together

Puttin two and two together

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

I put together these rhymes