This is a song about "Fed up with fake friends fed up bout getting hurt i want this boy back in my life but he hates me even though i love him and i just want people to stop faking friendships with me and want real friends"

Grown men never should bite their tongue

I want girl who still love me in ruin

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I rap about death hate and even fear, i just want to confess create lookin in the mirror,

And the way they ended up makes me want to shout

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

I dont even know you, and i am fed

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Now all i want to do it die and be with you

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

But i don't want her to be with me just out of pity

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

I want in my life i can't run