This is a song about "Doesn t have a lot of friends"

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

You should of lost a lot of that weighty

Must be something you want me to see

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

You had a lot of happiness but always wanted more of it

And i got a lot from pushing a lot of product

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

If stories went on scales i'd have a lot to sell

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

You maybe have a lot of things that are wrong but there nearly deadly

Due to my underselling no i did not get that bentley

I no a lot of ppl out there

Throw your money in the air