This is a song about "I dont go to your boyfriend your boyfriend comes to me"

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

I come to find out niggas on rappad takin my shit like dont do that make your

Well go cry to your mom

I got stacks all in my charm

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

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

Than it comes to my dick your bitch really wants more

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I dont have time for your shit why am i trying to battle with another bitch

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

Your boyfriend can kick our asses blindfolded.

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

Confided in my boyfriend and talked all day