This is a song about "Not being freinds anymore"

No i’m not being funny,

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Guess i cant be me or not being me

No, i'm not taking "no" for an answer anymore

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

And not to mention it not only mean "being in a mansion"

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Not a choice but shows being careless,

Rub the wood and ima show em love

If you're being a downer this is not the right encounter

You know when your homie barely blink, he just done powder

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal