This is a song about "May be"

I may be strange, and a little different

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

But whatever your position may be, never go into submission

Brotha lynch may be mean

Miami nights, it was all a dream

They may be in pipes but i'll be in magazines

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

To be honest i may have embellished

I may be delusional but i'm still well aware,

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there