This is a song about "All by myself"

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

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

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Learned all about these wonderful drugs , and found myself a

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

I would rap to myself cause i was all alone

Now i can't feel happy by myself.

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I'll take them all out one by one,

And when it's said and done

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

I'm so disgusted by all these nasty cites