This is a song about "Being lonely"

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

He's getting lonely, he's starting to get impatient.

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Ayo, living in this lonely city you better be quick,

Feeling lonely but im just simply trynna manage

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

New dough for the new year and i sumo on a rap peer

I've found myself lonely once again i fear.

Me im by my lonely

But am i less holy

The one you rode when ya got lonely,

They say nothings ever free

Happy sadness lonely

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free