This is a song about "Stalking someone"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

And tell me that its out of love that they're stalking me

Time to go find someone new

Can't nothing come between me and you

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Looking at someone who hoops

Maybe someone will do the stitchin'

All wale talking is ambition

And this will be the song that we sing

Why dont someone do something

Just to match the grind with precision

I just want someone to listen

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

Pretending someone is listening here

'wayne gacey' on an endorphin rush i'm stalking your place

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race