This is a song about "Ex wanting to be friends"

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Notice dude? we don't even have any real friends to be open to

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

Wanting to be somebody with a 4 figure salary n' getting paid hourly.

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

Maybe we just need to slow

Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

The next day you is everybody target

It is pretty obvious, i won't be done wanting it

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

"im mad with wanting to have you back"

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

Wanting to blow up, for nothing to remain

Do you remember when we used to be friends,

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends