This is a song about "Being odd one out"

One for my well being, the other pushing me to the brink.

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

A ph.d in being dumb, my dream girl. my only one

So now she picks up the gun

There you feel left out cause no one

Of being knocked out, and soon a nurse is checking your pulse,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Maybe we shoulda talked this one out

Never lookin for a handout

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

The stares only come off as an odd one like i left the #even's out

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Running out of patience, but being patients the key

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money