This is a song about "Wanting someones love back"

She tells me she loves me and i tell her i love her back

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Rappers are regular people minus money ya like

Reading texts wanting draws which i never denied

Wanting to run away and hide

These shows be packing tight

For not wanting you back, this is when your dick-sucking spree ends/

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

But i hope one day someones gonna fuckin stop it

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Sittin in someones den in some denim,

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

You must have joined the illuminati just to ball out

Every afternoon not wanting to be around