This is a song about "I got my boy"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Smoking on water vapor i'm the only savior no a boy band but i got mindless

Even helped my boy along

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Before i knock your ass right out boy

What the fuck happened to rap when

I got got my pad and pen

Got a problem boy youll get yourself lifted

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit