This is a song about "Foster cate alone depressed sad lonly strong pain struggle help cry night gubs streets"

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

You were the person i needed that would help me when i'd cry

Where u will tear and cry and shout but no one will help u

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

As my name get bigger this game get different

Shoulda known i was alone when my pain worsened

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

My buzz is like cocaine

Cause the streets leave you in pain

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

All alone at night i feel like i am going insane,

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Alone again in a broken home, but only the weak cry