This is a song about "Im solo"

Using solo cups as an ash tray

You make a nigga's night turn day

Mac's the flyest in the room, yea too bad he's solo on that couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

No fear, time for yolo, move over han solo,

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I'm on a solo mission to find him personally

What i mean is that false niggas think that they can go #solo

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

That's why they can't mess up my flow

Catch me riding so solo

To kill time like solo slow watches, support the shit,

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

My name solo cause i'm the one and only

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see