This is a song about "Asking a guy out"

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Make you think i'm a silly guy

Oh wait that aint right im not a guy

Revelations say you either fry or fly

You're asking for some passive facts? i've got a massive stash,

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Even passing out that eminem guy

I like big butts and i cannot lie

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Shout out to the wok guy that nigga gettin paid

Plant a seed, kiss this guy

No more will we cry