This is a song about "Dont text back"

Im leaving this city, dont plan on coming back

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

So why even bother sending me a text?

Be set back, i dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

And if i dont get it back then its the end off all that

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

(it dont matter they just go back to the old whip)

Dont back off, come on and get bit

I know the world been waiting for that

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Dont some back till something dope hits you

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Cuz im tryin to graduate in a set class that dont require me to be set back,