This is a song about "Dont text back then"

Im leaving this city, dont plan on coming back

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

So i sit back and roll up the next, while im blazed my ex hit me up with a text,

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Then i'm back at it, back in hazmats, breaking bad addictions back, im a rap addict"

But until until then ill chill back

And daddy's in the cadillac

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Sorry, not impressed by your partly... choppy text

Back then you couldn't top up for me,

That's the way, you can move it baby

Then sit back and fucking commit,

Back up on my fly shit