This is a song about "Bug eyed boo"

Standing all cross-eyed looking like you not right,

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Eatin' crab out in malibu with no boo

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

Red eyed demons whispering the devils secrets

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

And if you wanna be away tell me boo

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

There's nothing wrong with sneaking up behind a nigga like boo.

You know i'm sneaky boo

What preceded was the clue

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Bug on my window, maggot, you duck like in limbo, flopping

Cuz if it can happen to the smallest bug

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck