This is a song about "My man"

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Look at me man to man into my eyes

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Dont search for fame, thats my current thinkin man/

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

My word, i'm a man of it...

My little darling, you're young your fresh you don't need a man.

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

And everybody's having sex

Look into my shit man" (e.y.e.s.e.e.) x2

No man, now it's my time

Who's on my line

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Honestly i'm scared to grow up and be my own man,

Man i just lost my temper

I said i'm hurting her