This is a song about "Life and being single"

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

And every single weapon you have

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

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

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

And strange to think that i'm single again

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

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

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Being wit you, life feels at its peak,

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

And raise it, you couldn't lift a single shingle on it!

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

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