This is a song about "Dont text back"

Hearing the sound, know where it's found, got that fresh text

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

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

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

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

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

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

So why even bother sending me a text?

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

But always get back to the track, dont care what the people thinks

And that they dont who they are but this will lead them back to the right path

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands