This is a song about "The friendzone"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

So if you wanna leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

If there’s a shining star

Down the street to the car,

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

The bigger the the fun

Cold world no blanket son