This is a song about "Meeting a man loving him but not knowing if he s hiding something"

But if you aint real man

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Putting on a smile , hiding my pain but is only for awhile.

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

But man, dig deeper and shovel something behind

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

If lay-low thinks he can start shit, well i'll tackle him,