This is a song about "My boyfrie"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Parking lot of the blue flame

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

I need a backyard full court size

See my pain through my eyes,

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

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

They had a hell of a run

My words are my rhythm

And everybody's having sex

My wondrous success bombs my regrets