This is a song about "Lonely mess"

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

And my grip told me it was lonely

Because congress need to access your last mess

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You see now that nigga lonely

If your not with me, the world seems so lonely

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

You deserve a diss for your mess

And i'm a just take another guess

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

Im feeling so lonely only myself

What them tippers don't see

Me im by my lonely

Whenever i got a rhyme and feel lonely

I just want somebody i can see