This is a song about "Lonely choldren"

You see now that nigga lonely

I’m tryna be low key

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

The one you rode when ya got lonely,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

So lonely and cold, respectable and bold.

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Me im by my lonely

Lonely white surbanite, welcome to your greatest fight

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

He's getting lonely, he's starting to get impatient.

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

Nother cold dark lonely on the road night,