This is a song about "Being desirable to woman"

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Tell him to stop being vulgar,

I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Earlobe listening to these so called emcees i think being

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

You woman are cray, but hayyyy! i'm here to fucking slay.

Being broke is to blame

Parking lot of the blue flame

Everytime i talked to that woman i got hurt

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward