This is a song about "Never going to get you"

I take it slow, get baked then say i'm never going home,

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

The snitch on the block... is going to get murdered

You're going to cry when you get a defeat,

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

The snitch on the block... is going to get assassinated

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Im going to lyricly destroy you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You'll never get to the top with your rotten clothing or are you just posing you

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

To give surgery to your lyrics, theyre going to get lit

Fuck this i'm going to get stoned

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled