This is a song about "Begging alone"

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

I feel so cold standing alone

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Ronald reagan sagging fourth amendment begging

Now i'm in the zone

But you aren't alone,

Much fun growin up all alone.

And don't you bring your camera phone

I'm doing this shit alone

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

I begging on my knees,

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

So please, i'm begging you, hear me out/

Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field