This is a song about "Reply"

You’re trying to find a time to reply,

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

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

I don't get a reply, guess religion is a lie

Starting beef, with rappers that dont have the balls to reply,

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

But they'll reply like you ain't even made it

You look me in the eyes and give no reply

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

If you reply with hostility i will remove it expeditiously

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

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

You reply to a beef it starts a new chain reaction

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion