This is a song about "The boy you like"

Your boy like: "i'm the one who showed you," he want his percentage

Lexus with me for the night pick up hoes with my bitch

With the eyes glazed over, "boy, you ain't schroeder!

You is not hip then i can not coach her

You know im the shit boy you better hold ya nose.

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Uhhhh pay attention to each line boy...its like i stabbed u in the eye...do you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

No toys for you little boy

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Boy, boy,ho, ho, what the fuck you gon' do when the world is done fuckin with you

She went over to the boy and asked him are you okay

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day