This is a song about "I dont have none else to say"

I dont sink down, and im fucking proud to say,

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Newest of sneakers, you consuming the bleachers

I dont know what to say/ they askin for features

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

Make him listen to what i have to say

But yet i have so much to say

Get in the mood on blacc friday

I have nothing to say

And all of that was okay

Dont be scared to stand up and show them what you have to say,

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

I dont need to rhyme to this beat to say i hate you all the fucking time

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine