This is a song about "Sitting here alone trying to make since of all of this"

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

He's sitting in a pit of conscience, praying to launch this

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

To stop all of this brutality.

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Two months later after the death of la'mare mike finds himself sitting here starring

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

I'm tired of seeing all you replying to the same o' audio trying,

All i'm trying to do is stay alive without fear of dying tonight,

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

Otherwise you'll still be here typing all alone

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Lots of internal rhymes here so i'd spit this kind of fast in order to feel the flow: