This is a song about "Boy s life"

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

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

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

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

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

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

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

I mean of course just the same old

S queezys very bold

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy