This is a song about "Useless uturns"

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Dancing with the devil, hoarding useless shit

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

You beat yourself up so much, what i say will be useless

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

Through all the fucking useless shit ive been through

Thinkin' i'm useless, searching for meaning

Get off a key like i can’t sing

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Ain't no cock, so stop calling me that, you useless peace of chalk

It's useless, we're stuck with permanent bruises, it's stupid,

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

My nigga, its all love

Calculation useless

Or you'll be useless like my bitches.

And i got mad love to give