This is a song about "Life and being single"

And strange to think that i'm single again

I don't care what it did to them

And every single weapon you have

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

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

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

Single mothers doing crack and drinkin', it's the hunger sounds,

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

And if you don't not a single fuck was given

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Single mothers doing crack and drinkin' to drown their sorrow,