This is a song about "Guide"

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

Please allow me to be your motherfucken guide

I'm tired of people saying jesus will guide us,

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Grab the bong and hit it like a spiritual guide

But then i realized that all along i belong, just needed a strong guide/

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Little knew the boy, that the guide lied

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

I'll guide you, you confide in me, don't take a side or be free.

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

He signed up for a trip with a guide

But the guide seemed decide

My uncle pulled me to the side