This is a song about "Boy s"

Bad, just like an 80's car

I'm a fucking rap star

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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

The outline which you n****s out dated

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

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

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy