This is a song about "Not wanting to write a song"

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

She'd be moaning all night long while you write a new song

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Took me a while just to write those

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

It's a sad mess always wanting to be hand fed

But ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your gone

Fuck it move on, i've been long gone, still sit n write a song,

Wanting to commit suicide how could they not die,

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Then start to sing a song

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone