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

My sins i need to fucking repent it

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Then i left the hood, like fuck it don't need the cargo

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

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

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

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

If i dont trust it i disobey, thats how you separate the real from the fake

Even if i was blind i would still see how fake u are

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far