This is a song about "All alone dying alone with o one to hold"

Otherwise you'll still be here typing all alone

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Fuck it, forget it, im done with all of you leave me alone,

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Because i hold the golden chrome, so i'm never home alone,

Got no help from no one i work alone.

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Solitude but not all alone speaking to people on the phone

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Alone in the world with no fear of dying

Sometimes i need to be alone...

Mami told me son, hold your own

I'm sorry to leave you here, in the pits of hell all alone,

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome