This is a song about "Fake feelings heartbroken no life accuse"

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

Back then i had no feelings, i hated love,*bitches* and romance.

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Life playin' with my feelings, throwin' me in the thrash

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing

I got a big fear of flying

Trying to get his life together, or what not

All these rappers fake i use no backdrop/

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Your feelings will be hurt, oh no! shedding 'n' sweating from nerves,

I need a backyard full court size

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

No, man that's grossly fake, like rick ross and drake,

I feel like a low-life, with no life

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive