This is a song about "Felling alone"

Fuck fame, fuck money

Felling an enemy

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Real talk with no staging reveal my true felling this is not

That he dont even own

Better not walk alone

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.

So don't follow me home

Oh i feel so alone

And it's well known that rell home

I'm doing this shit alone

So i guess you think you grown

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Much fun growin up all alone.

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

In my house i'm all alone