This is a song about "Boy you dont get no kiss"

No ray of joyi'm the boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

And what i done just ain't enough

// [bitch you get (no love)]

You gotta luggage boy? you ain't got no luggage man,

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

Get outta my face, looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

No toys for you little boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

I dont know you yer i get that

I'll never forget, never forget the night

Your my bad boy you dont need to hide

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

You kiss that amethyst, and bet it's getting no better than this,