This is a song about "Lonely ness"

And my grip told me it was lonely

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Kicking the ones without access to attractive... ness

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Looks like i lack nice-ness or got off the track

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Now im killin myself slowely, and lonely,

They have bitten the filth when they've wit#ness-#t his wits

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Me im by my lonely

What them tippers don't see