This is a song about "My boyfr"

Get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

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

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

This is my original, my validation