This is a song about "Having a crush on jordan but not knowing if she has one on me"

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

But i know one day you'll put your awkward on a shelf

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

But this is a reckoning but i'm not bet on some

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

Not having my jodi with me has got me in pain so much.

 just not if it means giving up on being me,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

I expected a shocked reaction but she gave a scary one, that scared me too.

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And if you need a hand you can call on me

Miami heat has nothing on me / lebron's shot's like a zombie

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree