This is a song about "Ballad of a loner"

It didnt take long for me to write her ballad

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

You put on a fake persona, without that you'd be a loner

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Of a woman with a broken heart.

For the most part those blocks get bogart

You're fucking with me, nigga

I'm the bastard son of a

Sheding a tear cause i'm a loner

Just to let you know, you are

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

At school with no group, marginalized out to be a loner

Causing a banter of chatter amongst a, congregation of has beens

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

A understanding of my mentality, and a certain aspect of reality.

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see