This is a song about "A guy called 24"

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Now the fate of your future relies on a college graduate guy.

A strong word called investment

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

This guy swallowed a bowl of insects

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

And now i called you out so you might as well quit,and we now your all fake not a word is legit

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

He plays the bad boy, really he's a good guy

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Especially a guy like me someone so shy,

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

A white guy tranna act like a black