This is a song about "Mixing activist and turning up and women wishing they had you back"

Tossing and turning thinking its my fault

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Im on top of my game, they look wilted like they woke up and had strokes

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

And they only talk about women

I hit your block and we can box for fun

You need to shut up, back up, and back down

All my other people that dance around

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

Y'all wishing i'll get up and walk out, never stay

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

They come pick you up and say jump in the back seat.

So dunn stay silent

Cinnamon tone women and

And i wonder you call you that, because the women made us,

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status