This is a song about "Not friends anymore"

Cant take it anymore

Or something that you paid for

I'm not like your friends or what your friends think

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

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

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

My bens stops with a beep make some friends but not with the cops

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Or you can do better on some hate shit

But not anymore bitch you fuckers can eat it!

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

From any other state, make friends not competitors

They make it worth more

Don't wanna hide anymore

That now you can't anymore

They fiend in the door