This is a song about "I got used"

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

I used to sleep without any worries

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I used to be sick of the scrutiny/

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

To accept we got shit i feel used

I used to be a loner

Something worth dying for

That's the window into the sky

When i held you i used to cry

So y'all niggas can fly

When i held you i used to cry

I got used of winning as if it's methodical so be logical

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Whenever i used to get bruised

So i banged for a minute