This is a song about "Why can t i tell her how i feel"

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

I want to tell her why i gave up so easily so i wont seem so low

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Now ma i have to get real for a second, tell how i feel for a second,

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

But it's clouds over here

So i know how you feel

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

Back to times square...i got dimes here

As a kid, i can tell you how much i felt disrespect,

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

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

How do i tell her that she needs to take charge..and make up wasted time,