This is a song about "Your boyfriend leaving and you wondering dies he like her in australia better than me"

Ill mortar guys and before disorder dies i more than horrify//

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

As your family dies, and my family rise

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Still better than you and i'm barely devoted/

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Blind, damn his so fuken kind he thinks he is better than me

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

And pray for better days

Your better than me what? "you gays"

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Leaving rappers disordered, that explains the toe you grow in your fro