This is a song about "Boy in london"

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

Cause this white boy don't choke in places hostile

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

So now i'm in two hoes, real shit boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

And i clowntha type of bitch to throw down

Boy if you a king im the jewels in ya crown

Always been known as the quiet boy in the backroom.

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Awkward kid in need of a mom who cared/ dressed like a boy

Posing as a humanoid with soy who challenge in coy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Detroit boy gon' fly, gon' get popped and land in novi

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie