This is a song about "Alone with hoes"

When i'm alone, i'd rather be with you

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

When i'm alone, i'd rather be with you

Don't fuck around and make it true

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

His father wanted nothing to do with him so he was alone,

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes