This is a song about "Bittersweet"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

When we sever will it be painful?

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Climbing chutes and ladders to try and prevail in battles

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

Grow your beard out, just weird out

Just for me being weird in the past/

The faker they shakin' my hand

Strange fruit, that's the truth, i spit it in the booth,

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Weird daydreams like i'm always on crack

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

I see a key ahead of my head when i was climbing the stairs,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense