This is a song about "Friends that dont get dates"

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

And if i dont get it back then its the end off all that

Why we gotta argue

Punchin stuff just dont get through

My cousin dont get me hard,

Know give me a head start

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

First you said that you wanted to be friends

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

I dont know you yer i get that

For the occasion, paper planes

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

December 4th a star was born

I got friends you dont wanna look at wrong,

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape