This is a song about "Kyle is the man"

Smokin' on that kush, man the weed is northern lights,

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

But five years from now i bet she see

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

And i got a little big, keep it low key

So shut the fuck up, you’ll never be twice the man your mother is.

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

But what satan doesn't know, is jesus is your right hand man,

Both: this the perfect plan

Young roy the fuckin man

Who's this with the plan truth is i'm the man,

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

Remember the days of chan-man and the skeeter man