This is a song about "Fuck feelings for someone"

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

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Don't wait for someone else to blow like you was patients.

And i guess someone prayed for us, cause i trashed my safety blunt

The club underwater, have em running out the front

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

If you were try'n to find someone to rap,i dont give a fuck

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

Compton it's quite common for someone to be in your face with a shotgun but

Go fuck up someone elses had

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

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

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick