This is a song about "Kyle xy"

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Pull up yo pants, take off your belt cause you ain't shit, flush you down the

In some dumbasses back.

Yeah, the sex in the sack

I always buy nicks although i would rather only buy dimes.

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

Cause if you run the light

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Pull up in the car open the lambo mercy latch

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Buy some liquor, you'll never be richer

She gotta hold her head up high

The truth i will only buy,