This is a song about "The man i want"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

I want the world to blow up

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

The illest i wrote man

Cause u know that this my jam

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

You know the one thing i notice about critics man?

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want