This is a song about "A grumpy kinda princess"

A rapper & a lyricist, i'm kinda in the middle

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

My whole persona's kinda laid back like a recliner

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Im also a dike on the mic' and it's kinda like

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

So every action got its consequence, the lack of common sense,

Forget about the consequences, i really just needed to see my princess

My raps are like a curveball and i got you kinda guessin'

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I treated you like a princess

Cuz you aint slippin by, names princess but bio says that he's a guy

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

I am the kinda guy waiting for a fuckin prophecy. i shit on the mic like the rhino

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow