This is a song about "Rejection get there in the end money hard work emotional scars"

Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callingbrenda wants to run away

They were my influence to write dope,hard,emotional raps every day

It's a fools fatewithout your word

I work hard, nigga put in work

But reality shows ain't real

Get the sense of rejection here

They robbed us in the end

Beach on the weekend

How many kids you know with scars on there arms at the age of ten?

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Master of the quotables so please dont get emotional

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

See, you're my best friend

It's just me, in the end