This is a song about "A broken hearted girl fighting through depression and wins"

And he, what's his name, earl

And once i met a good girl

This is for those who are left broken hearted

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Who doesn't do drugs and no fighting only a few shoves

Got two black eyes and a broken jaw

Yea, my middle finger to the law

Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

But we fighting a war, and this is our only weaponry/

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Ay, undo your bra with one handif anything is gonna care it on and cum can

And my depression is slowly becoming a misconception of who i really am,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,