This is a song about "Basil my boy"

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Round & round/ town boy/ but my pops is from detroit\

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Get outta my face, looking boy

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Playng baseball with my boy tube

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Im shinin bright so bright just like my white boy swagger does

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Giving em my brain ima get a concussion boy

Who ya got left to congregate deploy activate decoy

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

D boy wanna check me cause of my persona