This is a song about "Nicoli your guy"

Acted like a tough guy now your so polite.

She brought you in this world so i'mma sex her right

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Now i'm the high guy that can divide, i divide your head and your bread

I mean the game been dry

Im just that type of guy

I brittle your ribs, you the type of guy that fiddles with kids

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

But your selling weed your the guy that gets them a ten

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Closing your eyes no don't you might die, guy

See your that kinda guy that disses but freezes

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

When i'm low, she take me high

I wanna be the guy