This is a song about "Finding my boyfriend at a party"

A shouting match lit the malignant glint in greg’s eyes( her boyfriend)

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Get real hyphy at the party when you hear me

Almost like finding all marshmallows in a box of lucky charms cereal.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Tell mummy i'm sorry, this life is a party

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Same girls at the party, same dope hip-hop tracks

Confided in my boyfriend and talked all day

Then some lady named billie holiday

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Crew at my house and we party every weekend so