This is a song about "A boy called harri"

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Little girl for a big boy,

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Stare a more sawed off strap bear a chore called from mad

Every day, i spit the truth so i'm called a renegade,

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Thats the life when your just a boy

Good love then i can do that for her

Paper boy make you a believer