This is a song about "Slope of a lone"

I fucking hate this job

You know it all going down slope.

Following god, i’m stressed, i feel like i’m a lone soldier,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Hey just wait for me to slope 'n' miss out the chance

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Yeah, i'm a lone wolf pack letting grannies ride me in red hoods

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

No fights for lone sniper, i tear up this mic,

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

We know you're just a lone kid, who sits in the dark

To my lane nevermind a waitertold me to make a wagerlike lone ranger,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

It is to be a lone gun/

Girls fast how jamaicans run