This is a song about "Ugly boy that im talking to right now"

It was hard to quitstarted out drinkin’ forties moved to harder shitgoddamn, now i’ma grown man

You probably gonna think that i'm talking about you and you goddamn right i am/

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

Right now, so the boy can see it, i dont wanna be rude, neither crude, but fuck boy

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Ugh what the fuck am i talking about im high righ now, and i still rhyme fly,

Time to put my life back together right now! (now)

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

I hit that pipebomb with a slam and im talking free

Yer dont worry im not talking to you

Don't fuck around and make it true

In his body and face

Right now killin you, that i crave,