This is a song about "I dont know how to start this shit"

I dont know shit anymore feels like my knowledge is diluted

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

I got a lot of shit inside that i don't know how to release,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

You slow-goers witness that i know how to win this.

And i know i'm a poet, shit you saw from the start

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I am not a terror is but i know how to write this horror

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

And 2 glocks and how you best in this industry you dont know