This is a song about "When i found out my crush talks to other girls"

We made fun out of our jazz talks

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

I do my best, puff out my chest, just like the girls with no breast,

I make many enemies when my entity comes out to play.

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

From dawn to dusk thinking about my crush

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Now i see you talking on the phone to all the other girls,

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

3 billion girls, guess i need to get my groove on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

I will crush this timid misfit with my lifted spirit