This is a song about "A single mother with no help"

Ok no an abuser with a bit of help so say hello to my little friend

Do whatever it takes to resist the temptationbrenda got herself a boyfriend

We both grown and i dont care

No need to shed a single tear

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

What a delight her single mother stands applauding

Ain't no features in this track, still me, still single

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Kbric surfaced, killer with the lyrics, every single bar savage hundred no gimmicks

Write rhymes without a single doubt

No more, we caked out

I'm a son of a gun

A single so common