This is a song about "Life and being single"

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

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

And single moms were doing drugs, kids had nothing to eat,

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Your spouse just up and disappeared, without a single sound.

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

If you were living life and being respected, would you take off?

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

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

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

Anoynomosse for just being a total pussy, if your 15 and don't understand real life yet

Hear the rambling in the sky

And not a single day goes by

Ma want me to go find a wife

I rap every single crap in life