This is a song about "Not having friends"

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

To carry 'em softly, not any of my friends stayed there,

Ive been having these thoughts

Shots, they back and forth

I'm not like your friends or what your friends think

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Pure encouragement from friends, not really but i pretend

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

From any other state, make friends not competitors

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

On the bible you can run

Or just stop having fun

Having some prosperity

Fuck fame, fuck money