This is a song about "Lonley"

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

Who dreamed to rap up on stages with million fans and open curtains

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions