This is a song about "Didnt reply back to my texts"

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

To get that backpack back tacked to my back, packed

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

When i was told i didn't know how to reply

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

One was my father, i didnt bother to cry, it was his fault it was his wish to die,

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

Thinking how to reply sinking further down i cant bear to see your plight

And a back rub come slut give me a reason to reply

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Starting beef, with rappers that dont have the balls to reply,

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

The day before is better than the present

I didnt know how to raise kids i tried my best