This is a song about "My boyfriend jack"

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

She took one more cut to the throat to end it all but then her boyfriend

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

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

Luxury life, results living bad

But failure's not an option, jack

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

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

Minus her boyfriend that i knock to the ground

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

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

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back