This is a song about "Girl thought"

"eyeing every next girl..."

And he, what's his name, earl

Okay man you do the drop

I used to care what people thought

What you call hate

You thought you got it made

Thought we had the feelings

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

The higher i got the nastier i thought

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

On the slow jam of love

Never thought this would be painless