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

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

To a lyrical fire! seems blunt brains just love pain?

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

And that's miserable, not to mention pitiful

And my grip told me it was lonely

But make sure if they do see

And you love being kobe when you make the lay up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Ass shots is a plus

Who cares about hearts and love

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

I wear a pair of beat up and torn sneakers

You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers