This is a song about "My bestfriend going behind my back and liking my ex than lying to me about it all"

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

You remind me of my ex, cause you both know how to blow/

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

And everyday that passes it seems i'm lying in a sea of sorrow with my

Liking all my pictures cuz she see the way i ball and i've never felt so tall.

It's about a protocol that's not at all to act like you know it all

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

You remind me my ex, cause you both know how to blow/

I'll be right back in a bit going to find a runaway and make her my bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

To worry about me and my bro steven

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

Guess i’m different than most

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows