This is a song about "Breakup through text"

Immaculate conception- go long for this text to catch this

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

The holy bible is the only vital sacred text

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Next time i'm a use a text

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

Note: anything in brackets is intended to be said fast, its hard conveying flow in text

I wish you could clear off your text box and try it again.

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

So i sit back and roll up the next, while im blazed my ex hit me up with a text,

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Im a rapper through and through

And no nigga gon love you