This is a song about "Person pleaser"

I see the same person but differently

Just to go to liv on a sunday

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

He was absolutely certain that he was that person

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Get her so fucked up she's not even the same person

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Not a morning person, hell no

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

But i probably would win if i was to verse any person,

So hey yo, i'm the type of person, who's says i'm the type of person

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

I'm still searching, does that not make me a real person?

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Walkin' down the street like a normal person

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them