This is a song about "Reply to me"

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

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

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

I told her all about how we been living a lie

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

But you guy's are like facebook messages i have to wait for your reply,

I hate that i feel bad when u dont reply

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Sitting and waiting for a reply she stayed the night

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

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

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

On that battle section is a reply to my verse

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

Thinking how to reply sinking further down i cant bear to see your plight

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right