This is a song about "Im fuckin her friend now her aint even fuckin wit her"

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Got a lady friend but i don't need her

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Saw the house she ran up in and shot her fuckin' porch up

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

You aint gunna find her, mantel her from behind ima grind her

I could imagine about her for so many fuckin' days

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Tell truth you aint fucking with her

I don’t care where ya are

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

Or possibly date her, maybe even masturbate her