This is a song about "Being there for someone"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Try being what someone wants you to be, messes with your psychiatry/

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

And you're waiting for someone to come and pick you up/

Shook ones get crooked funds for being wack

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

I scream at night for someone to find

But there was something about this chick, being away from her

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

Gunning down people for being bullied by geeks

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

He screamed out for god, but there was no one there.

Years back you believed that the world was fair