This is a song about "Boy ill seduce you with my latin"

With the eyes glazed over, "boy, you ain't schroeder!

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

With the same pace, looking boy

Boy you better know who you're messin' with

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

Ill imprison you with my twisted lyrics and scream "fuck your independence!"

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Cus when im comin boy,ill hit ya with a truck,

But she took it in his place

After this ill make you my slave,

Ill fuck you like one of my clients

Here i go again, searching for love

Your my bad boy you dont need to hide

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light