This is a song about "There is only one jt"

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

She is the only one who was truly with me

I'm the only one left standing when the track is demolished

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

But there is only one like maria willoughby, my mother.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I only have one journey and one journey only......

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

And there is no one to blame beside me and you

There was never just one you.

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

No one is ever there fake mother-fukas they just really bet you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true