This is a song about "Nicoli your guy"

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

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

Did you meet another guy

Hopin hes the right guy

She gotta hold her head up high

If you wanna kill 'em one-by-one,i'm your guy

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

All you niggas die

Cars are passing by, guy

Every other guy

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die