This is a song about "Coy"

Ain’t no crime, i can only catch the coy

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

I'm from the ville, boy

I only catch the coy

My team winning that's a fact boy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

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

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

Posing as a humanoid with soy who challenge in coy

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy