This is a song about "Result no post sending forms are found"

So why even bother sending me a text?

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

Post cards and my letters

Know just what you worth

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Found another man on her bed blanket over the head making love with no shame

And these shape-shifting hoes

No, no, we are not those

Curse all art forms thinking its the right kinda style

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

I found a way to prevail. while y'all are waitin to fail.

Some of you are lost and can't be found like the stolen jewels

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Sending faxes of her assets

And everybody's having sex