This is a song about "Thinking of a guy"

She gotta hold her head up high

No not really, im not a tough guy,

I'm a regular guy i'm like some of you. jus wanna be sippin on a brew

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Thinking of himself very lowly,

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Im rapping about death cause im really that type of guy

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

I'm tired of rappers thinking they're on a higher level

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

Cause she thought of me as a typical guy. rather live alone forever than

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

I'm thinking is it worth it over a peace of jewelry