This is a song about "Shantel not chilling with his boys"

Trust me boys, that's not "what makes you beautiful"

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

Just a little sprung but don't call me on your period

Chilling with his homies high instead of caring for his kid,

Who only care about chilling with a blunt and making a mil/

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Metronome, chilling with better whores

I put these poems all in these songs

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

And that both of these boys, not men, will eventually pay