This is a song about "Black boy boy"

And take place looking boy

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

I dont need to be a black boy to bust this rhyme or the need

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Little gay looking boy

With the same pace, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ