This is a song about "You want me to feel pity but your lyrics are busted"

I just want to feel you close to me. arms around each other.

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

If you want to criticize me,talk to your ass hole,

If you want beef let your lyrics be the talker

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Please dont pity me or think you should feel guilty

I need your admiration for infinity

Look i have no time to play your lyrics are like eggs what the fuck are you tranna say?

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

What do you want me to say? your a lovely little liar.

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Unless you want me to take this bar to your face?

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

I know your sad & you want me to come back but i cant

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped