This is a song about "A fuck boy"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

You a bitch nigga shut your mouth boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Boy, boy fuck the chorus for now, fuck man, you'll have to bring yo' muhfuckin ears out

Someone's missing out in the crowd, momma's out there shouting i made it, yelling so proud

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Boy, boy,ho, ho, what the fuck you gon' do when the world is done fuckin with you

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

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

So what i say boy, is... fuck critics

Now what was the chorus boy, fuck ya here we go

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though