This is a song about "My boyfriends"

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

See my pain through my eyes,

I just shake dice

You just working with the scraps you was given

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

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

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

In time we learned to live a life of crime

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him