This is a song about "My friendship was fake fuck it i dont need u"

The proverbial lemonade that i made

High as fuck, i just need my head straight/

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

My sins i need to fucking repent it

U made this fake life of yours but you can't live it

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

I didn't even bust yet but screamed 'fuck yes' it was typical my rhymes were sicker but minimal

Smoking sherm, drinking malt liquor, father forgive 'emme and my girlfriend, hustling, fell in love with the struggle

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Dont fake it,your feminine raps wont let u make it

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

I dont need bitches, bitches flock at my name

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Need it for my parties, and i need it for my plans