This is a song about "The person you love"

We can talk things over a little a while

Catch the drift of the person i admire

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

You cant handle me in person,

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I wanna be the odd person

Succeed in what you love the american dream

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Riding around with ms. reece and them

If i ever seen you in person

That's the kinda person i am

But call me uncle, yeah uncle cam

If you are a first person in the universe until the day i put 100k inside your ass

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash