This is a song about "Being there for a friend but they aren t for you"

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

But you still give me shit for being so depressed,

Comes to fine out you was only there for a week

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

For being cocky get now you get killed for that

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

To yearn for what you set out to be, they won't stop covering you up, being shady.

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Don't worry for in the lord you have a friend

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Diagnose/ me for being a maniacal fanatic

There weight on my shoulders, but none of them, there for me,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

A born starter, in the game for real

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel