This is a song about "Am inlove"

This the land of the white man

Thats the person i am

So if i talk down to a man

Don't be like me because i am

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

And thought why am i still alive why am i still here.

Cancer wasn't the plan, i am who i am, dammed,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

So all the hustling for nothing man

Because that's how dope i'm really am

Don't know who the fuck i am

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Playboy, i don't own that man

Sleepless stupor, 3 am

Nobody knows how alone i really am

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man