This is a song about "Emotional manipulation"

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

I've reached my emotional limit

My shit was submarine like, under ship

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

An emotional bruisin' that leaves you to yourself in seclusion

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Physical , emotional and mental abuse/ combination of those

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Emotional or physically

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

The story of fuckflossin mental manipulation at its best

And it'll keep eating till it takes an emotional toll

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

I'm on an emotional roller coaster with no shirt