This is a song about "Getting over someone"

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Over and over again tried

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

Someone call the ambulance! this bitch is getting slurred

They gon love me for my ambition

Maybe someone will do the stitchin'

Someone bring a dustpan in, the weak are getting swept away

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

For those whey no fit dey fix son

I just want someone to listen

Ever since i was a little motherfucker wantin to hangi can see 'em in my head, pow

Cause i'm getting real personal now, i don't know how, else to go about this, someone call bow wow,

Looking at someone who hoops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Why dont someone do something

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring