This is a song about "Boy in london"

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

He sat around all day in his lazy boy.

You fuck her in the ass, oh shit that your boy manny

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Soulja boy can spit in fact,

That we can't forget the past

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Cause this white boy don't choke in places hostile

Boy if you a king im the jewels in ya crown

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Me and the boy young roy are getting tired of holding the beef in,