This is a song about "If you are a real person reading this make a song about sports if not then chicken"

Miami nights, ain't another one

But hey i'm not a person

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I seen y'all in person you had a look in your eyes as if your were hurting

I'm not a chicken, and i'm sorry that this rap is late,

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

I'm still searching, does that not make me a real person?

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

But i guess not, he a despot, if he real then he dropped me a guest spot

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

You disappear reading this a letter agree!