This is a song about "I am pretty you are not"

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

You know the tricks that i am flipping they are (freaking) ill

Bitch i am not your friend nor you wife

Under 25, living the fuckin life

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

I am dazed tranna figure what the fuck you are tranna write.

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Roses are red, violets are blue, god made me pretty, what happened to you?

I try to sound dope, but my rhymes are pretty sickly

Or do it jackass and leave your breath all shitty

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

And i can't help but stare, cause

Am i for cheap conformist flocks? you know, of course i'm not,

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop