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

You in the devils creek/ when you lose the paddle/ boy you betta learn to swim

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

Boy if you a king im the jewels in ya crown

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Thats the life when your just a boy

Stripped the meat off the bone there like a shark, girl's will be running when you show em the marks

I don't think it is there fault they are all mislead, i evoke fear in there hearts

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

You're sick like the boy in the bubble

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Hear the boy knocking at the games front door better let him in,

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation