This is a song about "Boyfriends dieing"

Walk that body, talk that body

Young ones dieing, now thats just sad to see

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Long nights of hearing about old boyfriends in her home

That got your mother high

Niggas steady dieing in the shy

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

Stop spittin on this mic please, spend it on your boyfriends dick