This is a song about "No text back"

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

No matter how hard it gets to look back

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

So why even bother sending me a text?

In other words it's over ain't no way you niggas coming back

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Got his back no matter what

So i sit back and roll up the next, while im blazed my ex hit me up with a text,

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Not taking no shotty to the back

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Hearing the sound, know where it's found, got that fresh text

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Next time i'm a use a text