This is a song about "All by myself"

Carved by the god with all his passion,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

But it's still all fine, masqueraded by light,

My conscious only knew whats half tight

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

All my life i've been struggling with myself,

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

Im making music by myself like i don't need a deal

Sweet, okay makes sense

By how i conduct myself

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Hatred towards myself, tryna put an end towards all these flaws/

I got a lot of manners

But we get by that's all that matters

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

All i hear is 'tick tok' as i make small talk with myself.