This is a song about "I rather have you"

Goddamn, the boy's back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

I'd rather have her put a ring on and hold her hand

Facing away the image ive become/ truth be told/ its truely cynical

I said man i dont get you / you rather be a man stuck in the gutter un critical/

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Gnawing on these rappers & they have a rather sour taste

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

But now, i'd rather have my soul die

I'd help you climb, but i'd rather do a crime. i guess i'm just.

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

I rather be with you

I'll tell you baby that we're through