This is a song about "The guy"

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Going school try to be the nice guy.

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

In the cold street,where the bad guy is

Now go figure, he's the bad guy,

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

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

So, i give these rappers bars, like the remy mensing guy

I'm the new guy you people will use

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Now i'm the guy in the bushes watching you with my binoculars

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Support the guy with white eyes

Because i see right through your disguise

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Turned into the good guy