This is a song about "Crushes on a guy"

We was high school peers, in junior high

Make you think i'm a silly guy

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

A nice guy, trying to get by, on the outside filled with life

Oh wait that aint right im not a guy

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

You're just some ghetto punk, but me, i'm a dope guy.

Now the fate of your future relies on a college graduate guy.

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

No not really, im not a tough guy,

Hear the rambling in the sky