This is a song about "Whats app"

And i don't know whats worse

He lying i’m on papers

When you keep em right beside you

Im gonna pay whats due.

I wanna feel whats true

I think i could save you

Ya whats my future hold/

Hand to hand in the cold

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Whats non compos mentis mean?

Give us this day, our daily bread

You don't know whats coming next

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

With out no if where why or whats.