This is a song about "X boyfriends"

I slapped an x on your head

Kick back and know yo son set

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Stop spittin on this mic please, spend it on your boyfriends dick

Long nights of hearing about old boyfriends in her home

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

I'll remix an em song and pop x like m and ms

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.

Or a sunday fry x4

Sweet, okay makes sense

My biography follows the footsteps of malcolm x

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds