This is a song about "Don t like you anymore"

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

I feel guilty, i dont wanna feel like this anymore

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

I cant even remember what you look like anymore

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

But most of the time

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one