This is a song about "Feeling like ive got no one"

First verse got me feeling like tyler the creator's relapse reaction

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Got no respect, and no one to talk to

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

No one like you, get a fucking clue

And real bitches don't respect you

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

I suppose ive got no choice but to make do,

Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Ive got it pretty hard

So rest your weary heart

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Loving forever no one can touch me like i got new gloves

Lady at the frank stand will

Ive got no license to kill