This is a song about "Feelings for someone"

For real niggas who ain't got no feelings

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Now tricks for decreasing weeping, increasing healing/ leave feelings in the attic/

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

That i got feelings for her but i know she doesn't

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

And i hate myself for being angry at someone so tormented,

A whore is someone who want money for sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Out of this coviction of feelings

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

I scream at night for someone to find

And you're waiting for someone to come and pick you up/

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup