This is a song about "Being in love with the wrong guy"

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Now i'm the guy in the bushes watching you with my binoculars

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Now the rank of being just simple average everyday guy,

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

Yes i'm in love with a grimsley, there's the truth, shit

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Either ur a masochist or love being packed with dicks

I care about proving people wrong, not being the best,

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,