This is a song about "My girlfriend might be pregnant"

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

I think this might be some of my best work

There is in my head, i will never forget, that i might be depressed,

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Your words are #pregnant, my styles #inconceivable, #premature death

Guess it might be true but it's wrecking my heart though

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

'cuz tomorrow night i might not be here, so i'll find my #paradise,

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

You might be my next target of my crazy diseases of wicked heart freezing,

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

And i'm thinking that it might be my stop

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

With my mind, but one day they might find themselves in rhyme be like

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride