This is a song about "You ain t got to text me"

Sick coughs you got to burn me off like black ticks

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

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

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

Mother in a wheelchair nigga tell me what you got to lose

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

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

So why even bother sending me a text?

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Waiting to be read, you got me off of my hook,

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer