This is a song about "Don t talk to my girl"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Huh, got to get better with time

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

By the cool clique, can't even be a school snitch but when finds a girl to talk with

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

I wish i’ll never see you again

I got to make sure that i can play here

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

It's so annoying when i cant talk to my love,