This is a song about "Disregarding males and getting mon"

Half of us males dont even love our mate

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

And fuck all these sticky situations that i'm getting in

Socialising and getting along

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Stressed out and hurtin, getting more paranoid

As my brain keeps getting brighter and brighter

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Mind and memory are getting polluted

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

J. cole's her ghost writer

Just me getting higher and higher