This is a song about "Eli petta thinks isabelle likes him but she doesn t"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

But fuck it, i know i'm the best, eli porter would shout it.

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

"but that is alright" he thinks cuz "i'm doin' fine"

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Deep inside it kills him, knowing that she feels him

But always get back to the track, dont care what the people thinks

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

She said she likes my shotty, bitch i ain't got none

She likes to look in my hood, she says it's the best shiny bling with all rippled beats

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams