This is a song about "Isaiah being a fake friwnd"

Too afraid of being a loser

I share rhyme in the sewer

Or was i just a desolate being

Light skinned women, all sex everything

She'll turn out fake, i was being played

Let em marinate, you forever late

I believed in a higher being.

And my wish is to have everything

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Visualizing being a college graduate,

Fake friends it was all a sham,

She said she's never had a man