This is a song about "Ignoring text"

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Time they bribe you with a text of nine lines of crime

Young hero dies at war? nah they'd probably be ignoring me/

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

At 12am everynight i expect to get a text or page

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Hearing the sound, know where it's found, got that fresh text

Got her number, she didn't text me or call back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

He sent a subtle text, not knowing what's coming next

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

So i sit back and roll up the next, while im blazed my ex hit me up with a text,

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Next time i'm a use a text