This is a song about "A love song about a boy who i like but he doesn t even know i exist"

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

I know i'm a skinny white boy who raps like a drug addict

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

A head without single faces, i don't exist in your world.

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

Just a feeling i got, like something's about to happen but i don't know what

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

//i think this is the kind of song i'd love to do a collaboration

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

But you never know i could, be talking about a diffrent place,

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times