This is a song about "My boyfriend carlos"

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Confided in my boyfriend and talked all day

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

A shouting match lit the malignant glint in greg’s eyes( her boyfriend)

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

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

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

But she sneaks out the window to meet with her boyfriend