This is a song about "That guy"

We was high school peers, in junior high

Opponents just suck, i hate to be that guy

Oh wait that aint right im not a guy

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Even passing out that eminem guy

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Im rapping about death cause im really that type of guy

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Run around town, looking for a guy that sell that tree,

Instead of some other guy that we both know

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Glaring at that guy that ferrari belongs to/

I'll keep her wrapped up tight like that guy in red state

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late