This is a song about "Getting in a fight with my moms boyfriend"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down

Is getting turned down, in the end i've been walking with a frown

My boyfriend is clever

But that's what he liked her

They fight, with all my might,the win in sight,just hand me the mic,

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Confided in my boyfriend and talked all day

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I fight these feelings with a lighter

And never get with me again in a fight.

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night