This is a song about "Henry my boyfriend"

You think your boyfriend likes you? well i'm the one he's really lovin

Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon’ need lotion

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

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

Don't play the beat, you might start singing boyfriend instead of my track,

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

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

I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

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

But she sneaks out the window to meet with her boyfriend

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,