This is a song about "That guy"

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

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

Im rapping about death cause im really that type of guy

But if ya with me, you would'n't be with that guy

Now everybody put your hands up high

Oh wait that aint right im not a guy

Dreamin on a lullaby

That poor guy cant even take a hit

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Im just that type of guy

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

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