This is a song about "A young boy"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy

On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.

Look, just remember how that winning taste

When i was just a boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

You was to young a 18 year old

Won't run out anytime soon

A boy taken for a goon

And men'll chase love

You a young jeff bridges,

20 racks really thats sneaker money

A young one that shows bravery i see