This is a song about "Dont text back"

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Dont some back till something dope hits you

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

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

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

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

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

So why even bother sending me a text?

Note: anything in brackets is intended to be said fast, its hard conveying flow in text

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check