This is a song about "The guy"

They getting nice, they got some ice

Support the guy with white eyes

The last guy who did not listen wounded

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

That's the window into the sky

Hopin hes the right guy

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

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

In the cold street,where the bad guy is

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Coz yeah,i'm that guy,the dope dealer

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Now go figure, he's the bad guy,

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie