This is a song about "My boyfriends"

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

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Long nights of hearing about old boyfriends in her home

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

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

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

Shake your hair like them track ain't coming out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout