This is a song about "I m tryin to make it out alone"

Way too stoned to make it home so i passed out in the streets

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

I haven't a clue what you were tryin' to do, but it wasn't to fuse music

That's why i crave to be alone

And it's well known that rell home

Red dots cause i’m red hot

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Sometimes i need to be alone...

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

I take 'em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

I was like bird on the ground hurt and flapping, tryin' to fly but now i guess i mapped it.