This is a song about "Not being loved"

Never loved during adolescence, only thing i loved were smoke sessions,

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

That's why i'm makin' money

I loved her, she loved me

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Guess i cant be me or not being me

//sick of these topics not being discussed

Secret society all we ask is trust

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Not a choice but shows being careless,