This is a song about "Boy in the stripped pajamais"

Nigga's talk they'd attacked me but wouldn't steal a taxi

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

With the same pace, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Like the sewage in the major polluted cities , stripped the roots

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

Always been known as the quiet boy in the backroom.

Boy meets world and in this story the world is topanga just call me corry

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

You're sick like the boy in the bubble

Of finding myself as an individual

My whole fucking life gone in the mist stripped, the whole time god didnt exist

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift