This is a song about "Alex my boyfriend"

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Don't play the beat, you might start singing boyfriend instead of my track,

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Living out of bags

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

When she brings home a new boyfriend her brother will be asking so many questions,

She took one more cut to the throat to end it all but then her boyfriend

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one