This is a song about "I m the real guy"

Dont fuck with the new guy

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Hopin hes the right guy

When i'm low, she take me high

I wonder why, i sit and cry

I wanna be the guy

And i ended up being the bad guy,

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Turned into the good guy

I am the kinda guy waiting for a fuckin prophecy. i shit on the mic like the rhino

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie