This is a song about "Life and being single"

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

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

Ain't tryin to fight no war against my brother

Toil and blunder of a young single mother

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Ever thought that your life was being controlled

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Then rinse and repeat on every emcee with one single breath

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I'll kill em single handely and rep it candidly

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

And every single weapon you have

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit