This is a song about "Instant messaging"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

You're smitten with this woman, both of you dreaming, into wishing for instant infants

Took the van, went snatch her

I'm messaging my next chapter

Penetratin' you dick heads in an instant like catheters, my thesis

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

Instant retrieval so the spirit lifts the evil/

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Niggas like dennis rodman want that instant rating

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Family stays distant, could kill them in an instant, no resistance

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Kill the dealing halls yep no i ain't messaging