This is a song about "Hottest boy in the world"

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Always been known as the quiet boy in the backroom.

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Half of the world sees success in me

The hottest thing in the club ain't no falling in love

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

The world look in the mirror, a,

A criminal grind nigga

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

B.o.b, got the world in my hands/

Of finding myself as an individual

You're sick like the boy in the bubble

The girl walked by me without a care in the world

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Down the darkest corridors and the hottest jungles,

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups