This is a song about "Liking a guy you can t gave"

You aint no guy,you dont even look like a girl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

You couldn't carry a rhyme if i gave you a cup

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

I'll battle ya, dont worry tho, i can be quite a nice guy

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

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

Cuz you aint slippin by, names princess but bio says that he's a guy

The bitches on your label just gave you a raw deal

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party