This is a song about "Being scared of being alone"

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Let's head home, being left alone got old, just want the days from way back

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Just the fact of being there

Im tired of being slepted on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

One moment he shows signs of being mature

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

For the ends of being and ideal grace.