This is a song about "Single pringle ready to mingle"

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

But now that he is gone we finally get to mingle

And strange to think that i'm single again

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

And single moms were doing drugs, kids had nothing to eat,

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

They tryin to say that i don't care

No need to shed a single tear

Scab, fix up look shop joe

I got a bomb ready to blow

Nothing to give, we got single parents, ain't lovin' the kids,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I'm a rap professor ready to test ya

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

I'm never faded though

Are you ready to go?