This is a song about "My boyfriend jack"

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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

I walkin alone, i talkin my tone, i am leaving i'm outta here jack

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Wives rack with a bottle of jack . this is my air youre breathing, so keep

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

Everything's intact, amma king, your a jack.

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

But im a well of inspiration

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Your boyfriend can kick our asses blindfolded.

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit