This is a song about "Life and being single"

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

And not giving one single fuck

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Then rinse and repeat on every emcee with one single breath

Toil and blunder of a young single mother

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

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

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

I rap every single crap in life

Despite my life being' unavailable

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

And every single weapon you have