This is a song about "There"

Just the fact of being there

Day and night are my 'posites rare

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

He screamed out for god, but there was no one there.

My best friend who's not there

Throw your money in the air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

I'll always be there, be there

Over here, money over there

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Just the fact of being there

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Theres no escaping once they have you there

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

He screamed out for god, but there was no one there.