This is a song about "Ur"

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Ur love was always fake

Ur never stressed and forever blessed

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

I'm popping rubber bands

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Ur havin' a loss cause ur flow is stiff

Clap two times if you drunk

Make sure ur seatbelt is fastened

Take ur place in the backseat,

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

So now this work's been worthless

Ur a hansaw, and your toothless,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass