This is a song about "Tyty and i"

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

And then i go again and again,

School and friends and kittens like i did when i was nine

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

And i will cut it short for i,

And i think i like her

When i’m looking in the mirror

What i do, through and through and

Fuck you if you feelin' different

But got comma’s in my statement

So i snort another line and

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

And i walk what i talk and i walk never ran

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

And i understand you feel weekend and beaten