This is a song about "Losing you to someone else"

Y'all get shot at, homie...i do the shooting

Influenced by how you just cope with losing

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

I'm losing my connection to you, but i'm trying to believe

So, just tell me something about yourself

My music is my soul, can't sell it to someone else

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

They isnt words you can just say to someone

And you're waiting for someone to come and pick you up/

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Raging and raising up hell, waiting to pay someone else,

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

But at least you have someone to lean onto

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

Someone else can take my palce but i'll