This is a song about "No text back"

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Got his back no matter what

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

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

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Reflect the raps that flow out spiles text

So why even bother sending me a text?

The day before is better than the present

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

No, i can't live like this, i need to go back, no, i can't go back!

Despising him, no need to fall back.

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

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

No matter if you black, once you go italian you won't back,

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

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