This is a song about "My boyfriends"

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

In the jungle, i planned on the keeper

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

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

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

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

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

Stop spittin on this mic please, spend it on your boyfriends dick

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

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

These my rhymes and my story

Hopin' that my niggas see