This is a song about "My terrble awful player ex boyfriend"

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

You remind me my ex, cause you both know how to blow/

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Every boyfriend my mom dated was a clown

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

I would do awful awful things

They say he the key to my blessings

Don't play the beat, you might start singing boyfriend instead of my track,

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

But i'm actually passed this, i lost my role as a player in the game when j gone missing.

Street fameall out warfare, eye for a eyebustin on my enemies bad boy killing