This is a song about "Use me"

She told me i'm the reason she didn't pick up and use a knife,

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

As i seenobody cares about my history

And a couple of em use to be friends to me

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Coz u ain't got no use

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

Except she's got a little more ass

I wanna use up feelings i use to pass,

Look it something they can't ever see

No use for trickery to bring me victory/

Its cold as shit in this booth

I don't know what words to use

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Even poor people can use me in every school!