This is a song about "I m so much slicker than a g six"

So im sharper than a six inch blade

They say them colors must be fake

Got so much spirit, i talk with a fuckin ouija board

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

"m sorry but m future life must be pleasant and ur no better than a peasant"

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

Who is so much more than fine

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

She's cute but her forehead's big

Frat party rappers im so much "fresher" than

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

What a blooper, so ironic coz i lie pretty much every day

And i know that your supply

I´m so high, my shoes so fly