This is a song about "Being shy"

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

In my drawsring, ring, ring

For going on being

Took the form of a human being

Now this is what i call an evening

I wouldn't even try, wont take you back cause you are just shy

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Use to always be shy not a people person

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

Yeah, i know that she was especially shy,