This is a song about "Goodmorning text"

So i sit back and roll up the next, while im blazed my ex hit me up with a text,

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

The holy bible is the only vital sacred text

Reflect the raps that flow out spiles text

One time for the ville that cole rep

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Hearing the sound, know where it's found, got that fresh text

Sorry, not impressed by your partly... choppy text

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

But i talked to her and we became friends walked her home that day even received a text,

Grab out my trust worthy razor slowly drag it across the bastards neck,

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

And if you read close in the text you will find