This is a song about "Fuckin wit the guys"

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Nigga i ain't fuckin' wit no riff raff hoes

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Man, fuckin wit dis nigga get them bitches giddy

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

Her last nigga cheated just like the other guys

Fuckin wit fbg you crazy now i really know

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

We on the rise, me and g, ghetto wise guys

I am in the firecracker mode dont fuck wit me alone you fuckin wit me alone

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Same bitch you fuckin wit , yo nigga had a kid wit

Fuck the guys, y'all suck, surprise.

An ipod mind to you walkman guys