This is a song about "Life and being single"

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

And strange to think that i'm single again

Riding around with ms. reece and them

And not a single day goes by

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Then rinse and repeat on every emcee with one single breath

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Now i'm not blaming a single reason for her fucked up life