This is a song about "A british boy"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

A deep void, sounds are complimentin the beat boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

British troops intervene

Miami nights, it was all a dream

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

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

Crystal clear zoned mirror , need please on knees deplete destroy