This is a song about "Not replying"

No not really, im not a tough guy,

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Can i tell you that im not living, not making right decisions.

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Huge explosion not amused, got away quick not even a scratch legit,

Money ain't a thing

With gimmicks replying

I'm tired of seeing all you replying to the same o' audio trying,

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

I don't need no single

Not even metaphorical

Can you beat me or not

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop