This is a song about "Cal the boy"

To the moon, and not owe anyone, boy, cuz boy, thats just what the fuck i do.

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

The boy gets home late in the afternoon

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

You're sick like the boy in the bubble

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

No ray of joyi'm the boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Always on the go the boy never relaxes

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

All the kids say i’m a bad boy