This is a song about "Want her to know"

I just want to know, how does it feel to be cold,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

I'm poor but i want success, i don't know who to write to,

Don't want to anger her, or make her irked

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

Lexxie want me to eat her cause it happy hour, applebee's, u shower,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

I want to meet her again to have the favor repaid.

I want to know his exact man-to-man quotient

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

There's one last thing i want you to know about this girl i know *music ends*

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Didn't want to fuck up, shit every time that i talked to her was such a trip

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket