This is a song about "Miserable being lonely needing a homie torn hearts lost love and pain"

And my grip told me it was lonely

And i got a little big, keep it low key

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

Whenever i got a rhyme and feel lonely

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Her heart torn and snapped and turned grey

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

But you hate them navel kisses

Who cares about hearts and love

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

Probably sitting there so lonely with a neckbeard and a mountain dew