This is a song about "Life and being single"

Beyond the extremities of every one and anyone

Had a lot of haters and i've hated every single one

Im your every single sin in life, and every single little vice

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Ever thought that your life was being controlled

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

And raise it, you couldn't lift a single shingle on it!

Toil and blunder of a young single mother

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

I wanna scream and shout every single fucking song i've written

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

And i would beat 'em every single minute, week, every night,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And makes progress every single time the sunsets