This is a song about "Liking every girl"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

Following me around,liking everyone i battle with

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

And he, what's his name, earl

Delicate little tan girl

And telling every girl she the one for me

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Every time girl called, boy hit ignore

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

Girl thought about boy every night

From every motherfucking boy or girl, i take their shits down to the last hit ground

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

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,