This is a song about "Not being freinds"

//sick of these topics not being discussed

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I care about proving people wrong, not being the best,

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

His story goes about summers, where he now suffers not being in the competition

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

I must not fear being insane

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

She did not get what being #apart #meant for me

You a lady boss, now you fly free

No i’m not being funny,