This is a song about "But"

Nothing but misery

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

But i had no choice but to follow

She was the queen of the club

You probably think i'm almost done but

Bury my foes, up in drift but

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Ebrious but hardly frail, tedious but always hail

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

And i don't mean to be blunt but

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

But i'm a lazy boy but there's change in my lining

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing