This is a song about "My husband jeff"

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

But one day, she with her husband and child went to a crowded place

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

I don't give a fuck, like a senior citizen

Man, that saying is so misused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

A simple solution tell your husband tell your wife

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

And all she wants is to dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Then like an abusive husband i'll give you a backhand,call that x-men the last stand

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past