This is a song about "I miss my boys"

My tears fall down my eyes cuz other boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

While my boys crack the beer i sniff the gear

Had, like, the mixtape of the year

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

I stay short with my boys, kick facts an murder this beat with some sick raps,

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

I miss you saying i love you swiftly followed by my name,

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

What to do, i would miss the simile on you face, cause thats my favorite place,