This is a song about "The guy nextdoor"

Hear the rambling in the sky

I wanna be the guy

Thinkin im the guy to beat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Good love then i can do that for her

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

Not to shit on you

Im the guy you once knew

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Going school try to be the nice guy.

My guy got all the good weed

This is the concrete

Support the guy with white eyes

Sky high, iced out paradise