This is a song about "My fr"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

And all she wants is to dance

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Yeah bitch this date's done

Grab my knife and my gun

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready