This is a song about "Big boy"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Huh, a metaphor of course

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Little gay looking boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy