This is a song about "He bae"

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

He wonders why he even tries, why is he wasting his time?

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

That's why she's goin' home with me tonight

He raps fine lines he knows he raps tight

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

But when he discovered he was hopeless he gathered his things,

As he grew up he got more confused

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

He was contrite when he know that he denied

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill