This is a song about "A boy who sends snapchats of his balls that haven t dropped yet"

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

He should of just dropped the people that wouldn't stop

The one who can´t even show a real smile

When it comes to spitting that fire

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

Back of his head they roll, pattern like that of a dice

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

The giggle of a school boy who might jus miss behave

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

The chair fit his actions right, he was a lazy boy.

For a little boy like you who goes to his mommy and makes a fuss

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous