This is a song about "Rap text"

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Got her number, she didn't text me or call back

I wish you could clear off your text box and try it again.

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

The holy bible is the only vital sacred text

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

So why even bother sending me a text?

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Immaculate conception- go long for this text to catch this

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

But its in the way we text since now we exes like malcom/