This is a song about "Wanting someone to know they like them"

Show them how to really be, i know i keep both of them where they supposed to be

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

They don't know what to do

Cause when i make this stew

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

They feel sympathy but do not know what it feels like to want to pull out a knife

Don't wait for someone else to blow like you was patients.

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Trying to front like they dont know what respect is

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

And bind lines to make them sweet and grind ground like they were cleats

Wanting to commit suicide how could they not die,

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

As a figure to someone that they definetly want to be

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see