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

She thinks its all a sin, doesn't understand i'm alone

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

She thinks this guy isn't a something

She thinks nothing of it, says "i'll stay for an hour"

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

She likes casinos every other night

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Cant get enough, she likes it rough

The long road to success is dangerous

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

She tried to wake him up but their was no breath inside......

Deep inside it kills him, knowing that she feels him

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win