This is a song about "Cocky boy"

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Pianist playing with locked keys, calling me cocky

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

To cali, to cali

Now it might sound cocky

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

Kids taking shit and cocky motherfucker's fists/

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I suppose i could, but i ain't that cocky

With the hoes getting sloppy oddly cocky

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Think you can stop me, please don't get cocky