This is a song about "Falling in love long distance"

Maybe this love is long gone

Tats out and my hair long

Why i'm fucken falling in each step i'm walking?

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Sick of the bait, sick of falling through the gaps in the grate!

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Play hard to get, females get jealous

Conceived in hate yet taught to love

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Long as these bitches love me

It's been too long since my last love song,

And you ain't doing nothing wrong

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Of objects in the distance going round and round