This is a song about "A boy who cheats and lies"

Such a lonely boy, who brought a small town so much fame.

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

You a pussy boy, you and your team

The bitches is everything in between

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Feeling like bad-boy, a mad man deployed to destroy who makes him madder,

And if ya boy thinks yo a virgin

So if it comes down, may the best man win

I may not be very good at this test thing and sometimes i need a few little cheats

Ballin like he melo satisfied in his ghetto bitch sittin on the steps front row seats

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

And a way to go from your label everyday lookin', boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

And yea right if you think that your a bad boy

Who ever thought the young boy would turn around and do it?

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit