Summer 18'

I went through hell and back

I made a few songs about that (she like that)

I lost all my shit I had to back track

I was falling in love with a bitch

I had to stop that

Carrying all these feelings on me like a back pack

I gave her what I could, she ain’t like that

She leaves and come right back and I like that

Uh, I mean I haven’t performed a show

She screaming like she aiming for the high note

She gives me head and her throat

That’s some spice would quote

This some of the realest shit a nigga ever wrote

I’m issuing all smoke

She FaceTime me because she like how softly I smoke.. And how I spoke

Ohh

Yea, She a bad bitch she like a actress

She on the mattress

Asking how much I’m packin

Nipples harder than a cactus

And she just lay there..

And she just lay there..

And she throw her legs in the ****ing air