This is a song about "Love despair"

Throw your gun in tha air

From the threads of despair

I'm breathing for a purpose

// [bitch you get (no love)]

But instead you decide to push me in a hole full of despair,

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Don't despair for i am there, just a memory away.

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

Freedom from want and that of despair

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Every night i stroke hoes

Swinging back on his chair, not aware it's legs are about to despair,

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

It's a meaningless cycle of despair