This is a song about "A girl in love with a guy she cant be with"

Goin' make a guy, a fool with every capability,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

I cant even come up with a rhyme in the meantime

And he, what's his name, earl

Messing with love hit a new girl

You a family man, in a hatchback, with love at mind

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

She's a beautiful girl she talks with her eyes

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Yes i'm in love with a grimsley, there's the truth, shit

Im lurkin in the shadows waitin for him like a creepy old guy with a staple gun

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

That poor guy cant even take a hit