This is a song about "Henry my boyfriend"

Emitted amidst uplifted insistent percent of inventive intentions

When she brings home a new boyfriend her brother will be asking so many questions,

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Your boyfriend can kick our asses blindfolded.

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

But the guy didn't really know, (she had a boyfriend), so he didn't have to go

Just got another henry the 8th while it's weighing great,

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure