This is a song about "A posh boy"

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Thats the life when your just a boy

Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

And a "way to go" from your label every day, looking boy

Than i pop a pill and swallow that shit with an almond joy

And yea right if you think that your a bad boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

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

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

A name with a vision boy called aspect,

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check