This is a song about "A guy turning"

Plant a seed, kiss this guy

I'll meet you in the sky

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

You're just some ghetto punk, but me, i'm a dope guy.

No not really, im not a tough guy,

In the lambo looking like a fly

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

A shelter he can call home when there's no turning back

This guy swallowed a bowl of insects

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

This aint a gesture of negligence but i guess your turning to lecherous decadence

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Turning into a professional,

They just need convincing like malcolm little

On here she met rob, he seemed like a good guy

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly