This is a song about "Liking a guy"

Perfect endings just don't happen to a good guy

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

On here she met rob, he seemed like a good guy

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

You're just some ghetto punk, but me, i'm a dope guy.

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

So listen i will not rap any more with a gay caring about ass liking,

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Especially a guy like me someone so shy,

Learned to hustle from a guy named mel

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party