This is a song about "Boy s life"

I say that the pool is closed

S queezys very bold

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

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

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess