This is a song about "Trying to leave a girl"

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

Laterphoenix and smack a bitch, leave a smoking craterthat white girl is my

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Trying to look like a duck, selfie-girl knows whats up

Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager

I'm trying to be perfect like i'm joan clever from leave it to beaver.

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Trying to carve a place, worked great grooves

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

I'm trying to think of a clever rebuttal

I came up hungry

To leave a legacy

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Trying to much like i'm in a rush

The glare makes me hard to find

To me girl your one of a kind,