This is a song about "Boris going to married giselle"

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

And you know, if i could, i get married to rap

And please never disrespect my set

Im going to get some head

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

But i'm not going to stop,

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Going to train on spiders

I could keep going but im going to stop instead

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

If you ever feel alone and

Going to nyc from long island

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Going to east nexy year

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Whilst many struggle to pay their rents, boris is 100 percent bent,