This is a song about "Forlorn"

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

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

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

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

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

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

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right