This is a song about "My boy"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Playng baseball with my boy tube

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

She said.......boy take my pussy an start poppin it,

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

She always comin back

My whip so dope boy it's crack

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Your my bad boy you dont need to hide

I get slight work like big sean

Even helped my boy along