This is a song about "I got my boy"

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

I dont know why you keep talking shit,boy hop off my dick

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

Turn rappaholic boy i got my cashflow

Like my boy #lucifer said, i butt fuck it

Every day was a saturday, shit

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Got my shades on, i walk down the street and yes i'm a pretty boy

Crystal clear zoned mirror , need please on knees deplete destroy

Pushing my screaming boy into it

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket