This is a song about "I rather have you"

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

I said man i dont get you / you rather be a man stuck in the gutter un critical/

But now, i'd rather have my soul die

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Yeah i have never forgotton you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

I'm tryna learn somethin new

When i'm alone, i'd rather be with you

I rather be with you

And word i blew off herb i grew

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I spit non-fiction,rather than pro-fiction causes you affliction