This is a song about "My kinda guy"

Then my mom met this guy, yeah he seemed nice

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

But in my head i already kinda actually knew that

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Now i'm the guy in the bushes watching you with my binoculars

After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

I'm usually a cool guy but now you got my temper heated

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

My raps are like a curveball and i got you kinda guessin'

The story of my life. it's really kinda shit.

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

Got my face on the signs now, im kinda big deal