This is a song about "Am the pretty boy from arima"

I get a "hell yeah" from dre looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

With the same pace, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

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

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

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

I got a "hell yeah" from dre looking boy

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

This boy rise from the dark corner of a room,

The metropolis horizon from this view seems pretty bland

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

But the thing i miss most is holding my pretty

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy