This is a song about "A boy getting killed"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Little girl for a big boy,

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

There are times when you'll need someone

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

Oh boy, we're getting naked

Rack, rack city shit

Killed a cop and didn't get caught

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Thats the life when your just a boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy