This is a song about "Boy meets world"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Boy, boy,ho, ho, what the fuck you gon' do when the world is done fuckin with you

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

Girl would've given boy world

Long as she come to me first

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

If you got up stage and fruit meets ya face,

With the same pace, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

I tell them to imagine mos def meets woody allen

By the looks of your balance you acting like charlie chaplin

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?