This is a song about "Why you don t answer when i text you"

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

What's the answer? you tell me because i'm out, i hand you the mic

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

I couldn't give you a straight answer but i could tell you one thing...

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Turn it up a little more

You don;t thin anymore

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

I'd text u as much as i could smile when in talked to you

Now would you kindly answer this

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches