This is a song about "Kirstie boo"

I'm a still love you

You know i'm sneaky boo

I remember calling you my boo/

If only i could rap to you

Its all about the rap pad ranks boo boo

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Truth, he fucks you over boo.

You good man, we don't want you

I will start to boo you, and the crowd is hissing

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Scaring kids with that boo boo like a fucking dentist

From his baby or boo, so he gets rabies and lose

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

Let me put my mouth where you booty is, boo