This is a song about "A boy who raps"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy

Who writes trash raps not knowin just who he's fuckin with"

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

You are my villain shit to be say like a word like a boy like who are in a girls prison

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

And her smile lit up the room

A boy taken for a goon

Mines is family over everything

Once their was a boy who felt like a king,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

You can call me a wannabe, because thats what i am im a boy who wishes to be free,

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

You troubled bullied boy who are you calling gay? gay boy your daddy wants you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true