This is a song about "Boy ill seduce you with my latin"

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

With my /dying breath ill be spitting them words like /flames*

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Ill mindfuck you over with my rhyming mentality, high off x die with mortality,

Ill imprison you with my twisted lyrics and scream "fuck your independence!"

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

Bi-lingual so pig latin is about to be my new third language

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Ill end it with a fuck you for you time

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

Boy you better know who you're messin' with