This is a song about "My boh"

See my pain through my eyes,

I need a backyard full court size

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

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

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time