This is a song about "Life and being single"

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

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

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

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

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

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

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

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

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

And strange to think that i'm single again

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

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

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

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

If you were living life and being respected, would you take off?