This is a song about "My boh"

Chillin' with homies and family

That is my wish, my fantasy.

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

These my rhymes and my story

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

I never use a fork i always spoon her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

We have nothing in common

Grab my knife and my gun