This is a song about "Asking a guy out"

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

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Shout out to the wok guy that nigga gettin paid

She gotta hold her head up high

Even passing out that eminem guy

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

That poor guy cant even take a hit

You asking for shine, claiming you packin' a nine

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine