This is a song about "U can t talk to girls"

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

But when i talk down to you, it's time to shut up so i can speak

So you can talk your shit

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Hoola at me swea to god u can see u a pussy nigga i could swea u a beast n while u talkin bout beef

Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve

U can see me walking u can see me jogging talking to myself

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

I've been to hell n back i can asure u that indeed,

I've been to hell n back i can asure u that indeed,

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.