This is a song about "Man of many words wracked often even when i miss solitude"

Its often i don't even know who i am,

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

Words flouous, too many, i make that super

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Cuz when i leave, i know she'll miss me

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

I dont care how many words,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

When so many of us fought hard, know we came from nothing,

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Skeptical soldier, a man of few words,

Memories of my little sister but she's gone and i miss her.

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember