This is a song about "Your boyfriend liking your bestfriend"

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Sides, this i ain't liking, quit biting, me, you're no lion.

Try to keep my spirits up, that's why i lays it down

Every boyfriend my mom dated was a clown

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

Your boyfriend can kick our asses blindfolded.

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

A shouting match lit the malignant glint in greg’s eyes( her boyfriend)

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Momma say, you making me lose pay

Confided in my boyfriend and talked all day