This is a song about "My boyfriends"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Long nights of hearing about old boyfriends in her home

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

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

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps