This is a song about "I got no one"

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Loving forever no one can touch me like i got new gloves

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

I ain't praising no one, no one is amazing for one.

No one in comparison, i got a hun in paris son.

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

I became no one is ever

Good love then i can do that for her

I became no one is ever

I said i'm hurting her

We aint got no one to be fucking fearing

That's why i'm shaking my head when you rap dissing