This is a song about "Forlorn"

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

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

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

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

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

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

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

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side