This is a song about "Boob boy"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

On the ceiling after a boob shoot of the milf of my pastor

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy