This is a song about "My boi"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

But you don't have a chance

Lil young boi, up in the spot

Well man i do the yacht

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

I'm gon remember her, but still

Your down for the count boi here its first kill

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Ill say it strait up, boi your lines fuckin reek

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet