This is a song about "I dont make many freinds"

I ain't mad at cha

Dont make me tomahawk ya,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I beat this bitch already i compete with to many

Sweet, okay makes sense

I shed so many tears

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

Dont have many fans but the ones i have blow

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

Make things good too. so many thing we could do.

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Dont got many fears but my main fear is me

So many mollys i hurled

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Cuz i got too many stacks