This is a song about "Mans zelmerlow"

If only he was ghetto mans maybe we would sell a bit

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

But it's difficult to go hard like an old mans dick,

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Of a small mans heart trying to get by

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Now shes choking on another mans dick,

Girls be like whoa, you see that mans junk

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

But now i own yachts bigger than a lot of mans cribs

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,