This is a song about "Deprived"

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

My pity sufficed thinking of them deprived,

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

And understand, deprived cause lives or going out, some are coming in

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Besides put aside all that's made you deprived

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Despise us, we're deprived of a slice of the cake prize,

We will never die, we are forever alive

This wisdom his drive ain't deprived more and more guys arrive,

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

All my life i was very deprived

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Deprived from tha streets i emphasized it hard on each beat