This is a song about "I m not your boyfriend"

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Now go get your boyfriend chuck

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

I'm not your nigga i'm not your buddy i'm not your homie, i just get on rap pad

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

They claim it as their own, africa

Thug life niggas and we be ready for whatever

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...