This is a song about "For the likes"

The reason you never get any votes is because no one likes you,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

The problem is that his subconscious likes to wrap

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Your mind likes, robbing you of the spotlight

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

No one likes being lied to.

Now i'm shinin in the broad, day-light - go figure

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

Hip hop clone likes in my lane, not toned right

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Is it possible that i can be up in the likes

I'm just aiming what i'm saying hope you bleed out emotion

You think your boyfriend likes you? well i'm the one he's really lovin