This is a song about "Boasting"

Stop the boasting our i start roasting and toasting

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Why you boasting, end up choking, like eminem on 8 mile when the black dude

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

I'm boasting, throwing ton of bucks; my flowing holds a double cup

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck