This is a song about "Boy you trash"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

You need to shhh! keep it down boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash

How you let a black boy set you

Why we gotta argue

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

I'm a mad man , you the last in for casting, trashing your lyrics like a trash

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

She say boy you bipolar

You fucked up boy, you broke the deal

Back to times square...i got dimes here