This is a song about "My boyfriend alex"

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

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

Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Every boyfriend my mom dated was a clown

Can't smile, take a picture, gotta frown

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Living out of bags

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Her boyfriend, she throws the phone against the wall out of anger then

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Don't play the beat, you might start singing boyfriend instead of my track,

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son