This is a song about "Her boyfriend"

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

She took one more cut to the throat to end it all but then her boyfriend

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

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/

Or possibly date her, maybe even masturbate her

I been doing this for forever, so whatever

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

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

But she sneaks out the window to meet with her boyfriend

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed