This is a song about "This guy"

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

This guy at white castle asked for my autograph

She said this is just one guy, there’ll be another.

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

Then my mom met this guy, yeah he seemed nice

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

This guy swallowed a bowl of insects

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

“who this guy and what’s his deal?”

But this real, fuck how you feel

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

This fucking guy that i knew/ tow truck didn't approve/

I said pay me it’s nothing

She thinks this guy isn't a something