This is a song about "My boyfr"

See my pain through my eyes,

Started off on thin ice

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Convertibles with turbo jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My shirt, purple label my shirt

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

My streaks my testament.

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Know it good when she go no hands

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

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