This is a song about "My hot boyfriend"

A shouting match lit the malignant glint in greg’s eyes( her boyfriend)

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

My shit's so hot and you can call me obscene

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

With my hot flow larger than womans emotions.

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend

But she sneaks out the window to meet with her boyfriend

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

My product so hot got everyone wantin more

"hold my purse" - now she on the floor, droppin' like it's hot

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god