This is a song about "Emotional shawty"

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Im emotional but i take pain call me a soldier bitch,

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Emotional and mental abuse/ continuing abusive treatment

Physical , emotional and mental abuse/ combination of those

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Fuck a sidepiece, shawty fine enough for 2 like she siamese

An emotional bruisin' that leaves you to yourself in seclusion

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Shawty walks up, i say "damn" like a beaver,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir