This is a song about "I want to break up with a friend"

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

And i still manage to take a study break,

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

I say okay, i stand up right away, because i do not break a rule

Saw you go out with my best friend and i kept it all a secret

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

I want to fill up nightclubs with men and women boys and girls

Half your body laying on my chest

She hangs up, and calls a friend

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Rappers i look up to they got records, i'mma break that shit

Forcing me to stumble and fall while i pick up my best friend and rip him from a dead crawl,

I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small