This is a song about "Lot of wana bes"

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

And i got a lot from pushing a lot of product

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Talking a lot of shit as my head worsens

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Pour a lot of cyanide

Tell me what that feel like

You had a lot of happiness but always wanted more of it

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

I no a lot of ppl out there