This is a song about "Reply on skype"

Oh don't reply you already cost me

And its simple as that baby

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

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

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

You’re trying to find a time to reply,

So robbing for objects of opulence ain't worth the consequence,

I'll easily barbecue your reply and kangaroo-kick your confidence,

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

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Reply fast, or i call you cheater, you probably turn up the speaker,

On that battle section is a reply to my verse

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

No more will we cry

Now she dosent reply