This is a song about "Dye alone"

I feel so cold standing alone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

My pen as my sword, i stand alone

My voice make her wet

She wants to dye her hair red?

I just feel so alone

She wanna be grown

Put my number in your phone

You shouldnt of left her alone

Hears the door slam, now they're all alone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Before i leave home

Even when i'm home alone