This is a song about "Finding the right guy"

And can't seem to find his right eye, " there's no hope for this guy!"

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Now the rank of being just simple average everyday guy,

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

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Bite his right ear lobe, but the other guy got his pistol.

Hopin hes the right guy

Damn is your mattress dry

Going school try to be the nice guy.

I like big butts and i cannot lie

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

Thinkin im the guy to beat

More money that mean less sleep

That's the window into the sky

I wanna be the guy