This is a song about "You didnt get the memo"

Didnt clue it, i knew it, i was made the schools laughter,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I start, to hyperventilate, i didnt get the cake.

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

If you didnt yet notice, it gets deeper with time

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

Nah they didn't get the memo/ didn't read the message

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

Its coz my raps are breezin cold, that you didnt know

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

I told him confused that she didnt seem like the evil type

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Oh what you didnt like that well guess what im fucking back

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

When im writing my name,i guess you didn't get the memo,i got a ten out of ten flow