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

Complex lifestyle ready to do me

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

Now he mad cuz we together ,and now i laugh cuz he single as a pringle

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Single mothers doing crack and drinkin' to drown their sorrow,

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

I'm strapped, loaded and ready to blow it

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

And im ready to eat

What do i really need

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

In a single cell as i single out bustin another trillion, what's left to be written,

I got 800 invisible men

And strange to think that i'm single again