This is a song about "Mans zelmerlow"

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

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

Mans heavy from deadly machetes

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

But your one lucky girl your mans here to pick you up

Sit the fuck down and enjoy this mans deepest confessions.

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

I came to leave behind my legacy and put this mans mind on mankind/

Girls be like whoa, you see that mans junk

And bijies like im out and