This is a song about "Wasting myself"

If i had on 'bama line

You are wasting your time

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

But you were never/ there just wasting all of my energy

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

He wonders why he even tries, why is he wasting his time?

And getting money is the song i sing

Wasting talent, packing to go tracking.

I'm activated by the moves your making

Back and forth chasing, my time wasting

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

To wasting afflicted by the curse of addiction to security an pension

As i sit here wasting

Let my angel sing