This is a song about "Your boyfriend"

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

But the guy didn't really know, (she had a boyfriend), so he didn't have to go

Searching for fortune and fame

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

My boyfriend is clever

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

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

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back