This is a song about "Kyle xy"

Womanizing to say the least

Yeah u a player, that don't hit the field

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

We're just corrupted youth acting like alcoholic mad men/

You can cut me up fry my ass like bacon i'll still survive

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team.

Poetry he writes,to recite on the free flight

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

Nooo, i didn't know this either but lets carry on,

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

What a mess! but we clean in the club

I walk with a manly strut,