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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

He wants to be a better man, but he's still him

Knowing he could score a ten out of ten,

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Me that i need and breath, if i let you go i'd be on my knees not knowing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

But he ain't no handy man

It's the perfect plan

But knowing him he'll just hide behind all his bodyguards

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

This man is a murderer; he is not who he is supposed to be

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Crack got her crazyguess who's giving birth to a babyi don't trip or let it fade mefrom out of the fryin pan

A broken opportunity, wear the shoes and then you'll see, not a g, but a he, an every man