This is a song about "Boston pancake"

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job

Blowing up like i'm boston

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

For this, i thank the lord

Boston, threw the tea overboard

Sandy hook didn't happen boston marathon jeez

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

You can take the heat like boston

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Then blood gets spilled all over the pancake