This is a song about "Sending pics of someone else"

I mean gays are people too, they're just someone else,

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

You'd like someone to give you an opinion of your rhymes

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Do you plan on being you or someone else,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Maybe help someone stand up instead of run

Someone else can take my palce but i'll

I never smiled as a juvenile

My music is my soul, can't sell it to someone else

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

But in our hearts and minds we're someone else entirely/

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Don't wait for someone else to blow like you was patients.

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with