This is a song about "My boyfr"

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

See my pain through my eyes,

Sky high, iced out paradise

These my rhymes and my story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

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

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

Look it something they can't ever see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready