This is a song about "This guy"

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

Who da fuck this guy, poppin while i'm this high

My talent should take me places i've never been

Heard this guy saw his bitch last night, caught her cheatin',

Then my mom met this guy, yeah he seemed nice

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

But i ain't listening

She thinks this guy isn't a something

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Man, i just cant believe it, i wish i could have it where this guy kneels in pain

He killing niggas and bitches gotta look out for this guy

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

You see this guy is unattractive and he has no style,

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

But time to go, i'm done with this guy, know why, cause i'm tired.