This is a song about "How i m one of a kind"

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

No more amore, i refuse to force you

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Uh, this what's been on my mind

To me girl your one of a kind,

I smoke a lot of weed, i mean why not? its kind of a give away that i smoke a lot of pot

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

Lost a style but luckily, i garnered one; it's awkward how

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

A planet full of 7 million, how could you kill one

And i was constantly told to be in a kind of mode,

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke