This is a song about "A boy named johnny"

I got a friend named chris rent

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy

When i was just a boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Maybe i'll have a wife, and a beautiful boy named brady/