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

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies

And i know - there'll never be peace

You get, theres no way whatsoever

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Your my bad boy you dont need to hide

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Boy, hasnt anyone told that you aint worth shit, no prolly not

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Dont play wit me before you get sprayed

They like boy wont you get your rest on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Get outta my face, looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

No ray of joyi'm the boy

Go play with your sex toy