This is a song about "My cute boy named nick"

Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

Maybe i'll have a wife, and a beautiful boy named brady/

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Playng baseball with my boy tube

We'll meet back and regroup

You write hah that's cute i create bars that my pc can't compute

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

My profile makes me appear cute as a fawn

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone