This is a song about "Reply back"

You’re trying to find a time to reply,

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

You look me in the eyes and give no reply

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

In my reply, i ain't up high, i'm closer in a future sense

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

This isn't a diss, this is just a reply to hip-hop's low supply/

An they reply with great ease

Inferior, but i'm nice

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

And a back rub come slut give me a reason to reply

I leap out into a cat fight and bite his neck for the reply

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

When i was told i didn't know how to reply