This is a song about "I got no one"

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

I ain't got no money,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

Got no respect, and no one to talk to

As my record label nitpicks at this

I got a death wish and no one to outlive

Ain't got no one to save him now

Bitches ain't around one thou

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

I got those scars in my wrist that no one could see.

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

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

No one believes what i really have become

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them