This is a song about "Being shy"

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

I'm impossibly shy, with a mouth as an ash tray

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Here i go again, falling in love

In the first days, shy and nervous

Shy beau's beaux strike n scatter, dozen demure

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

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

I defy two-ply and pry for the shy and take back the cry with no trie

You know i want a piece of that pie

You motherfucka better stay shy

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

You look so shy, but it’s all a cover

So y'all niggas can fly

Niggas steady dieing in the shy