This is a song about "To pretty to be your sidchick"

I try to sound dope, but my rhymes are pretty sickly

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

If you do your surly to be attacked

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

On your knees, i'm ready to be revered/

Your supposed to be improving, not confusing,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

So pretty please, with sugar on top, tell me how to say it,

Pretty virgin, she's tempting to the pharisees/

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

I got to be your baby