This is a song about "That one guy"

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

Come on tell me why quit being that guy,

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

Between that guy and i... yea..the one i wanna be with

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

If you're looking for the man, well i'm that guy/

Im just that type of guy

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

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