This is a song about "People making up rumors"

I only got four minutes

Making them fucked up decisions

Never feeling romances & why you listen to rumors

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Yeah and growing up i always loved music but people

Im just making this shit up as i go along

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Not making cash, but when people feel it’s the best,

That i can only love you when you undressed

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Nearly homeless racist ignorant people, not making sense,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears