This is a song about "My husband jeff"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

If you try to give it to me at the door

With her own married husband, a bitch and a whore,

It's only fitting cause i'm looking super fly with you

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

Like an abusive husband,bitch get back in the kitchen and make me some muffins

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that