This is a song about "My neighbor"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

See me with a husband

My streaks my testament.

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Ask your neighbor down the street and i guarantee the same response

I dont love you im just confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

And not a single feature except lil wayne

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Hopin' that my niggas see

My own unknown is my enemy,