This is a song about "I like someone"

I've turned into someone i don't wanna be

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

You'd like someone to give you an opinion of your rhymes

Like someone starin at me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

As i seenobody cares about my history

I've turned into someone i don't wanna be

So come on baby, someone like you makes my dream come true

I'm talking ambition, i could spell it for you

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Especially a guy like me someone so shy,

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Whenever someone brings up that topic my heart gets cut like wood

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

Am i late, can someone please click replay