This is a song about someone who has internalized everyone else's refusal to show up. The narrator claims total independence while cataloging every way others are taking from him. The self-sufficiency narrative only exists because he can't stop naming what's been stolen.
You think the damage is well on my mind when I'm going alone / Bet these bitches won't
The opening sets up the central contradiction. He's announcing he's moving alone while immediately fixating on what others won't do for him. The damage is absolutely on his mind.
Love is dissolved, I'm afraid to say / Run on his own and it's everyday
The word 'love' appears exactly once then vanishes. No elaboration, no person attached to it, just the bare fact of its absence. That single mention does more work than a whole verse of explanation.
You can stay when it's all done / It ain't never gone / Everybody goes
The logic breaks here. Everyone leaves, but also nothing ever really leaves. He's describing emotional permanence disguised as detachment. The people are gone but the weight isn't.
She wish to take all my life / She need my life / But these bitches won't
A 'she' finally appears after the song has avoided naming anyone specific. She needs his life, she won't take it. The refrain 'these bitches won't' now sounds like protection, not dismissal.
You ain't never coming home / I'll kill my thoughts up inside / A moufucka drowning in sight
He ends on erasure. Killing thoughts, drowning in what he can see. The independence he's been claiming the whole song requires shutting down his own perceptions. That's not freedom.
The narrator thinks he's describing detachment. What he's actually describing is complete preoccupation. The people who 'won't' do things for him still dictate the entire emotional architecture of the song. That's the trap he can't name.