This is a song about "Boy s life"

To the highest degree sorry boy but the best things in life aint free

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

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

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

It´s the battle of life

We hustle to survive

Thats the life when your just a boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

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

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again