This is a song about "My boo julio"

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

Its all about the rap pad ranks boo boo

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

Eatin' crab out in malibu with no boo

Get the r. kelly tape and see how we piss on you

Ooh i got a cabin by the lake baby boo

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Tell me who's in control? not julio

Even the boogeyman is scared of me, boo

I'm after you bringing traffic through