This is a song about "Forlorn"

But now we're through, so now you're fuckin forlorn

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

I was born in plights, the type that left me at four, torn, a tyke too forlorn to fight,

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Sitting forlorn, treating your dick like corn man you need god

And we still high assed outscreamin' 'thug till i die'before i passed outbut now that your gone

Your live could've been a blast, you were strong, but now, you're gonna die, trash and forlorn