This is a song about "Emotional sadboys"

Physical pain stops the emotional it ain't a crime

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

Ain't there to help when caught in an emotional whirlwind

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

Period i'm done with being your emotional scapegoat,

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Dope next to shots vodka emotional victory my boi rich checkmate mastery

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

Physical , emotional and mental abuse/ combination of those

Emotional and mental abuse/ continuing abusive treatment

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Emotional or physically

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody