This is a song about "About a guy"

Im rapping about death cause im really that type of guy

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

A guy, came up to me about his wife

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Perfect endings just don't happen to a good guy

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

A black guy in a suit, i could tell he was obama

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

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

She thinks this guy isn't a something

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Are your a guy that sticks to green?