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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Why the fuck it so cold, fuck it i dont wanna budge

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

See, fuck it, i don't need no one, don't even need a beat to rhyme,

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

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

Fuck long words i dont need a definition, just the same words over and over again

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

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

U say u fuck with me i dont fuck u

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

And i dont give a fuck

2 girls 1 cup