This is a song about "No one to talk to"

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Trying to make it big no one seems to be to nice

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

But can i really call me one when i talk most to a host

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Because he has nobody, no one to impress,

Roll up niggas be like sex

But that to no-one he'll confess

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

With no one to ask what to do next,

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

No one wants to put the work in to compete but,

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

No one adventured with you so one knows about the life your now used to

Just too much to handle, with no one to blame

I swear i'll never call you bitch again