This is a song about "A boy getting rude"

Doctors told me your mom had a deformation, but its ok dude, i may be rude,

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Little girl for a big boy,

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

Right now, so the boy can see it, i dont wanna be rude, neither crude, but fuck boy

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Paper boy make you a believer

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Me and the boy young roy are getting tired of holding the beef in,

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

Go play with your sex toy

When i was just a boy