This is a song about "My neighbour"

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This is my original, my validation

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper

That bitch was racist, got me fired

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Know it good when she go no hands

My shit thigh like my bootstraps