This is a song about "Boy s life"

I say that the pool is closed

S queezys very bold

Assumed stories of his suburbia life, when in fact the boy stayed on his grind

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Thats the life when your just a boy