This is a song about "Boy you trash"

What if you grew up as louisiana gutter trash dude?

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Boy, you better run, cause you on deathbed,

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

You feed off all the trash talk, and shit that you start

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

You fucked up boy, you broke the deal

Be yourself, just show me you're real

No toys for you little boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Boy, you better run, cause you on deathbed,

That's why i never claimed i was the best

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy