This is a song about "Loving someone i cant be with"

And let them lames get your old number

Why cant i be popular

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

But i feel like i should be able to tell someone about my issues..

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

I've turned into someone i don't wanna be

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

I cant stand to be away from you

But, fuck, i can't hurt someone but me, so i try to be, someone who isn't me.

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

You already are caged

I bring the rain cant be contained,