This is a song about "Reject"

I'm like a test subject, use me now and then you reject/

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Scream at the heavens you reject his love,

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

No one could reject it

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Still a reject to the ladies,

Cret i remember when i used to be a reject

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Then ya turn right around and stab me, how can you reject that.

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back