This is a song about "Boy loving"

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Freestyle turn you to a homie. call me strange but not loving

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

A girl like her, makes a sweet, loving wife.

Loving you is my pleasure

I am much better

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ