This is a song about "My boyfriend carlos"

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

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

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Confided in my boyfriend and talked all day

Car with no limit what

Now go get your boyfriend chuck

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

I prefer your applause without a handout

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

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

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