This is a song about "That guy"

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

And became aimless like the guy who thew that shoe/

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

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

Im just that type of guy

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Slowly realizing im that guy

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Instead of some other guy that we both know

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Even passing out that eminem guy

Live off my lie and my lullaby