This is a song about "Life and being single"

What, what ... project shit what

And not giving one single fuck

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

I rap every single crap in life

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

And strange to think that i'm single again

Riding around with ms. reece and them

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

Make account getting vows spitting movable bowels

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

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

I'll kill em single handely and rep it candidly

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

You're taking life for granted well i'm just being candid

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