This is a song about "Maybe being my boyfriend but not sure"

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

It's me and my crew up there, but maybe a couple others,

Confided in my boyfriend and talked all day

I was gonna write you a poem today

Maybe im just being a pathetic little bitch,

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

I know i'm not the best, maybe i'm not a rapper but a guest

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Optimistic this isnt bad its different now

It's clear to me now, but i am not sure how

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

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Maybe i'm just being real but letting shit phase me

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood